“The Bookshop has a thousand books,All colors, hues, and tinges,And every cover is a doorThat turns on magic hinges.”

“The Bookshop has a thousand books,All colors, hues, and tinges,And every cover is a doorThat turns on magic hinges.”

“The Bookshop has a thousand books,All colors, hues, and tinges,And every cover is a doorThat turns on magic hinges.”

“The trouble is, we are incurable sentimentalists. We insist on makin over historical characters to suit our preconceived notions of what they should be, chipping, sandpapering, and polishing each personality until it assumes what we consider the proper contour and color.”