January 1, 2010 @ 8:43 pm | Filed under: Books
“For some weeks now I have been engaged in dispersing the contents of this apartment, trying to persuade hundreds of inanimate objects to scatter and leave me alone. It is not a simple matter.”
—”Good-bye to Forty-eighth Street,”
Essays of E. B. White, page one
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