“On
the bottom shelf M. kept the books from his childhood days: Pushkin, Lermontov,
Gogol, the Iliad -- they are
described in The Noise of Time and
happened to have been saved by M.’s father. Most of them later perished in
Kalinin when I was fleeing from the Germans. The way we have scurried to and
fro in the twentieth century, trapped between Hitler and Stalin!”
From
the Fondren I borrowed the two-volume Letters
of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (ed. Ernest Hartley Coleridge, William
Heinemann, 1895), a work Edward Dahlberg put on the essential reading list he published
in Edward Dahlberg: A Tribute, edited
by Jonathan Williams in 1970. Three years ago I quoted the letter Coleridge wrote to his friend John Thelwell on Nov. 19, 1796. The poet calls himself a “library
cormorant.” Here are the subsequent lines:
“I
am deep in all out of the way books,
whether of the monkish times, or of the puritanical era. I have read and
digested most of the historical writers; but I do not like history. Metaphysics and poetry and `facts of mind,’ that is, accounts
of all the strange phantasms that ever possessed `your philosophy;’ dreamers
from Thoth the Egyptian to Taylor the English pagan, are my darling studies. In
short, I seldom read except to amuse myself, and I am almost always reading.”
1 comment:
Thanks for passing on the good news about the university's library. I checked their web site, but found nothing about damage, loss, or lack of it.
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