A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.Sounds clever. What do you think it really means? You know, feet on ground, "Oh yeah!" sort of stuff?
W.H. Auden, poet (1907-1973)
Not to prose-ify poetry, or anything. . . .
[I have an idea, but I'll let this percolate a bit first. Any other thoughts?] Also, painting photo found here - it's a Rembrandt painting. There's a second painting pictured there, as well. Also very cool!