My local thrift store has absolute gems when it comes to used books. The money from the store goes to a reputable non-profit agency and so they don't mind asking a little more for their books as it is going to a good cause. I had to pause when I found the complete works of Oscar Wilde in an older hardcover edition, the price was $8. It was a little rich for my blood and so in order to make a sound decision I randomly flipped open the book and came across these lines in A Woman of No Importance
Mrs. Arbuthnot: Don't kiss my hands; they are cold. My heart is cold: something has broken it.
Hester: Ah, don't say that. Hearts live by being wounded. Pleasure may turn a heart to stone, riches make it callous, but sorrow - oh sorrow, cannot break it.
Well spent.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Wilde Stuff
Posted by Unknown at 8:50 p.m.
Labels: literature
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2 comments:
You
are
so
lucky!
...because if I'd been in town and had an extra handful of toonies in my pocket...
Good score. Enjoy!
Well spent indeed!
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