stories about books

Roger 2022-04-09 09:01:09

I've always wanted to have a bookstore like this. Completely own, new books, old books are available. The bookshelves go up to the roof, and there are little ladders up to get books.
The staff in the bookstore know what each book is about and where they are located. It has its own cataloging staff, who can undertake the service of sending books and finding books.
In such an era, it is an extravagant hope, and the expensive rent is already unimaginable. The second-hand bookstores around the school are not what they imagined. There are only cheap books, no one who understands books, and books are placed in a mess. They are suitable for readers and have no interest of their own.
I like that through the correspondence between readers and bookstore owners, everyone's stories are strung together in the film. The heroine is a little bit acerbic for humor, and a little contrived open-minded and casual, but they are all innocuous, and they are also an indispensable part of the film. Who would have thought that the bookstore owner was Hannibal from The Silence of the Lambs? This image is quite to my liking. However, the ambiguous relationship between the two is a bit like "Landed Bridges", so I don't like it very much.
The books and poems mentioned in it are all very good and I like them very much. It would be purer if there were only those stories about books.


Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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84 Charing Cross Road quotes

  • Helene Hanff: If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road... kiss it for me!

  • The Print Buyer: Do you have any color prints? A man, I can't remember his name, does pictures of people. They're composed of objects, you know: fruit, flowers, cauliflowers, cabbages. The faces. 18th or 19th century. French, I think. Sort of, grotesque. Very highly colored.

    George Martin: Sort of fruit and vegetables?

    The Print Buyer: Yes, yes.

    George Martin: Ah. Giuseppe Arcimboldo.