Post by account_disabled on Dec 24, 2023 6:47:13 GMT
Today I present another passage taken from the book Heart , which talks about a child and his passion for books, his library and how he loves looking at those books he owns. I went to see Stardi, who lives opposite the school; and I felt really envious when I saw her bookcase. He's not rich, he can't buy many books; but he preserves his school books with great care, and those that his relatives give him, and all the money that they give him, he puts them aside and spends them at the bookseller: in this way he has already put together a small library , and when his father realized that he had that passion, he bought him a beautiful walnut shelf with a green curtain, and had him bind almost all the volumes with the colors he liked.
So now he pulls a string, the green curtain slides away and you see three rows of books of every color, all in order, shiny, with golden titles on the spines; books of stories, travels and poems; and also illustrated. And he Special Data knows how to combine colors well, he places the white volumes next to the reds, the yellows next to the blacks, the blues next to the whites, in such a way that they can be seen from afar and make a good impression; and he then enjoys varying the combinations. A catalog of him has been made. He's like a librarian. He is always around his books, dusting them, leafing through them, examining the bindings; you have to see how carefully he opens them, with those short, thick hands of his, blowing between the pages: they all still seem new.
I who have wasted all mine! For him, with every new book he buys, it's a joy to smooth it out, to put it in its place and to take it back to look at it in every way and cherish it like a treasure. He hasn't shown me anything else in an hour. His eyes hurt from reading so much. Heart of Edmondo De Amicis, Stardi's bookshop BookshelfThis song suits me completely. I'd rather spend money on books than anything else. I keep them all with great care, so much so that it is not possible to understand which ones I have read and which ones I have not. Even if I don't change the combination of books in the library, unless there are logistical reasons, I'm always around my books, leafing through them, looking at them, reading some passages. And I open them carefully, because I don't have to risk ruining them. My books still all look new .
So now he pulls a string, the green curtain slides away and you see three rows of books of every color, all in order, shiny, with golden titles on the spines; books of stories, travels and poems; and also illustrated. And he Special Data knows how to combine colors well, he places the white volumes next to the reds, the yellows next to the blacks, the blues next to the whites, in such a way that they can be seen from afar and make a good impression; and he then enjoys varying the combinations. A catalog of him has been made. He's like a librarian. He is always around his books, dusting them, leafing through them, examining the bindings; you have to see how carefully he opens them, with those short, thick hands of his, blowing between the pages: they all still seem new.
I who have wasted all mine! For him, with every new book he buys, it's a joy to smooth it out, to put it in its place and to take it back to look at it in every way and cherish it like a treasure. He hasn't shown me anything else in an hour. His eyes hurt from reading so much. Heart of Edmondo De Amicis, Stardi's bookshop BookshelfThis song suits me completely. I'd rather spend money on books than anything else. I keep them all with great care, so much so that it is not possible to understand which ones I have read and which ones I have not. Even if I don't change the combination of books in the library, unless there are logistical reasons, I'm always around my books, leafing through them, looking at them, reading some passages. And I open them carefully, because I don't have to risk ruining them. My books still all look new .