You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one. I have spent my life in books; literature has deeply dyed my brain its own colour. This literary colouring is a protective one—like the brown of the rabbit or the checks of the quail—making it impossible for me to tell where literature ends and I begin.


The Complete Works (ed. 1971)


You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one. I have spent my life in books; literature has...

You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one. I have spent my life in books; literature has...

You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one. I have spent my life in books; literature has...

You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one. I have spent my life in books; literature has...