A Thirsty Season

We have books both shallow and deep.
Though some are now out of print, there are so many books in this world too beautiful to be forgotten.

They always appeared lonely—
not with a quiet solitude,
but with a restless loneliness,
as though being hunted.
What was it that chased them?
Who was it that hounded them?

It was, in the end, themselves.

p.74