"He felt that he was in possession of some impossible good news, which made every other thing a triviality, but an adorable triviality."
-- G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday, Chapter XV
Friday, March 04, 2011
Are you any good at coining pseudo-scientific, Latinish-based words? Or, maybe you know of ones already in existence that can describe two physical and psychological reactions I frequently experience?
The first is that head-rushing, heart-racing euphoria that comes when I have one or more new books to read. Also can apply to the general feeling of walking into a bookstore.
The second is that heart-sinking, anxious tinge of depression that I get when I count out the presumed number of my remaining days (which, really, I am probably too optimistic in calculating, because God only knows how much time I have left) and realize how many books I will have left unread at the end of this earthly time. Also can apply to the general feeling of walking into a bookstore.
A cure for the former condition is not desired. A cure for the latter is found in my confidence that Jane Austen, C.S. Lewis and G.K. Chesterton are all currently working on new novels and essays just on the other side of the veil (and who knows how many they've already completed?), and that enjoying books is not a pleasure for this world only. All good things shall come through His grace in His kingdom, and few things are better than really good books.
Read on, my friends!
Books are hindrances to persisting stupidity. ~Spanish proverb