Retiring to these deserts now in peace,
with few but learned volumes to be read,
I live in conversation with the dead,
and listen with my eyes to those deceased.
Though sometimes impenetrable they seem,
they mend or they enrich all that I own;
and they, in quiet counterpointed tonesawake, address this life which is a dream.
Francisco de Quevedo
Quevedo,
perhaps the greatest poet in the Spanish language, is also the author of a most
beautiful praise of literature and books. Those dead ones that you live in
conversation with and whom you listen to with the eyes.
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