I mean your borrowers of books - those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
The world meets nobody half way.
Books which are no books.
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.