“I am a product [...of] endless
books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them.
There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the
cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a
bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all
kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents' interest, books readable
and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not.
Nothing was forbidden me. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took
volume after volume from the shelves. I had always the same certainty of
finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of
finding a new blade of grass.” CS Lewis