“Haven, you drink too much!”, said one of the monkeys. “Do you care that this is the sexiest paper on Earth?”
Cocktails are not only attractive in themselves, in bulk they make a very agreeable picture, a mosaic of human aspiration.
But how does one determine the value of things?
Try chewing on the spine of this book.
Does it taste like ginger?
You just have to know — or follow the tip on the napkin.
Once, somebody said that a book is like a lighthouse that offers sanctuary to buffeted and exhausted worms as they home towards the friendly beam.
Once amongst the pages, they are safe.
Shouldn’t we provide these worms with MANY lighthouses?
Isn’t that a beautiful aspiration?
Finish your glass.
There are many other joys in collecting.
It sharpens the historical sense. It enhances our encounters with authors and gears us to the land of ecstasy.
It also brings us into contact with booksellers,
who are a species apart and one and all delightful company, as befits those in whom the ideal and the practical are so nicely blended, and they lead to booksellers’ catalogues, favorite reading surpassed only by a good Tombolo article; and then follows the excitement of the chase, with much opening of parcels and filling up of gaps.
Go get some cash!
Envy, vanity and competition are like sugar: try dissolving them in whisky.
Is this rising market based on an illusion?
“Beauty and Intoxication”, replied Haven.