The Library...

Having read numerous and various books, poems, screenplays and plays over the years I find myself wishing that somehow I could remember everything I loved, or hated for that matter, about them; every witty pun, all the wonderful lines of prosodic prose, and each profound judgment on life and the voluminous facets of the human condition. But alas, the memory fails. It is therefore a long time coming that I should start recording these very instances. And I must say too, that this library is as much if not more so for myself to find pleasure in and derive satisfaction from as it is for any readers who are able to dip in and out of what will hopefully be a source of interesting cuttings to engage the mind.