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And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'

It Is Strange, Is It Not, How A Person Can Adore One's Soul So Much That They Adore One's Body Also?

And When I Was Young, Did I Ever Tell You, I Always Wanted To Get Inside A Book And Never Come Out Again? I Loved Reading So Much I Wanted To Be A Part Of It, And There Were Some Books I Could Have Stayed In For Ever.

Thomas More's Birth Was Noted By His Father Upon A Blank Page At The Back Of A Copy Of Geoffrey Of Monmouth's 'historia Regum Britanniae'; For A Lawyer John More Was Remarkably Inexact In His References To That Natal Year, And The Date Has Been Moved From 1477 To 1478 And Back Again.

The World Is A Sea In Which We All Must Surely Drown.