“ Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large, — where, creeping in and out among the giant fossils of my past, like some small nimble mouse between the ribs of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there at this or that box, pulling through the gap, in heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, the first book first… ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ The son will run away from the family not at eighteen but at twelve, emancipated by his gluttonous precocity; he will fly not to seek heroic adventures, not to deliver a beautiful prisoner from a tower, not to immortalize a garret with sublime thoughts, but to found a business, to enrich himself and to compete with his infamous papa. ”
- Charles Baudelaire- Copy
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