
One reader we know, an individual about thirty-five years old, has carefully reread every book he can recall among the books that were assigned reading in school. He is convinced now that he read them first at too early an age, for he has discovered new beauty and ideas in them that he did not discern before—even with the guidance of a teacher.
We know another reader who spends every free moment reading. Though he does not confine himself to any one kind of material, he has a definite pattern that guides him, almost unfailingly, he says, in his selection of books. His bible, you might say, is Familiar Quotations, by John Bartlett. When he is looking for a book to read he takes out his worn and ragged Bartlett and thumbs through its pages, reading from the quotations at random. When he comes across one that is particularly sage or witty, he heads for the public library to pick up the book from which the quotation was taken. This leads him to many kinds of books on many subjects, from many ages, but he rarely finds one that is disappointing.
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