to add some very anecdotal data: it is difficult to find a used bookstore with more than one or two of Le Guin’s books—if there are any.
I love this version of the canon.
"The joys of reading in bed, in the Winter!—i.e. overlaying one of your arms till it is cramped, and exposing the other till it is frost-bitten;—with the relief, however, of perpetually shifting from this uneasy posture to that"
"Reading a book well worth remembering, with the consciousness, all along, that, from the peculiar construction of your memory, you shall almost immediately forget it"
Reading from "The Miseries of Human Life" by James Beresford (1807) and relating too well.
As I quite liked my pinned tweet over on the other site...
"We are in danger of finding our only reality in talk, in feverish activity, in feverish thirst for pleasure, in seeming to be busy in order to hide the vast loneliness that threatens to engulf us."
—Greenlaw, "A New Humanism," 1924
