One of the pleasures of reading vintage fiction is the sudden encounter with a forgotten figure. Ghosts who now flit only in dusty archives stand in front of you as warm living presences. Thus it was that in Aldous Huxley's Crome Yellow that a character mentioned Mrs. Besant and suddenly Annie Besant (whom I must … Continue reading Forgotten Book: Crome Yellow by Aldous Huxley
There is nothing more satisfying than reading a book while sipping a hot cup of tea.
a hot cup of pleasure 