I didn’t include in this post another autobiographical note, that my whole life used to be all about books, and then all of my books burned in a housefire. That was fifteen years ago, a long time now. After that, I didn’t have the heart to replace them. Anyway, I guess they were never really mine, was my basic conclusion.
But I wouldn’t be who I am without them.
Also wouldn’t be who I am without that fire.