Full bookcases and a couple of thousand books in storage, as well as the lure of no longer having to pack half a dozen fat paperbacks whenever I travel.
Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint, And wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart:
And you: my tongue that makes my mouth a mint, And stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art,
Be still: for if you ever do the like I'll cut the string that makes the hammer strike.
- John Dowland: Unquiet Thoughts -