I could hardly wait for following chapters, which arrived in dribs and drabs, and I began to feel for all the world like the young T.B. Macaulay walking from London to meet the Cambridge coach bearing the next installment of Waverley novels.

“Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into the realm beyond words ... …”

“Ah! Books don't come all that often, at least not my way. Andre Malraux's The P…”

“There are good books, indifferent books, and bad books. Amongst the good books …”

“Fynn disguise nobody but Fynn. At the time of writing I have known him for a co…”