As I've mentioned, I'm mostly too busy to blog these days. But I wanted to share this, from an occasional column published in the Guardian by Wayne Gooderham, who posts the handwritten dedications he finds in secondhand books:
To my darling Rose,
I once read this in a novel about Chinese life:
"Success. What is it? A bubble that breaks at the touch. A shallow dream
that too often ends in bitterness and despair. . . .
Do read the rest; you won't fail to be moved.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
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