words muddled effect
on my mind seldom caused
any afterthoughts
Adapted from, “There was no doubt that I had a fondness for books — especially old ones. But my reading was desultory and unassimilative. Words made a muddled effect on my mind while I was busy among them, and they seldom caused any afterthoughts. I esteemed my books mostly for their outsides. I admired old leather bindings, and my fancy was tickled by the thought of firelight flickering on dim gilt, autumn-coloured backs—rows and rows of them, and myself in an arm-chair musing on the pleasant names of Addison and Steele, Gibbon and Goldsmith. And what wonderful bargains were to be discovered in the catalogues of second-hand booksellers at Birmingham!”
In Memoirs of a Fox-hunting Man (The Memoirs of George Sherston #1) by Siegfried Sassoon, Doubleday, Doran & Company, Inc., 1928.
For me, words make a muddled effect on my mind while I am busy among them, and they often cause afterthoughts.
My problem is remembering what I read and where.
Desultory?
No sir.
Unassimilative?
Nope.
Fondness?
Guilty!
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