“Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we might rub against some complete stranger who will, with all luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world…”
Virginia Woolf Street Haunting
her spirits rose... 
I do love all these drawings.
Thoroughly enjoying all of your “books and” posts! This morning I came across Thom Gunn’s poem “His Rooms in College,” and it struck a sympatico chord:
…
He reads, until the chapel clock strikes five,
And suddenly discovers that the book,
Unevenly, gradually, and with difficulty,
Has all along been showing him its mind
(Like no one ever met at a dinner party),
And his attention has become prolonged
To the quiet passion with which he in return
Has given himself completely to the book.
…
Made me homesick