“In any library in the world, I am at home, unselfconscious, still, and absorbed.”

"Still in Melbourne, January 1987"
Source: Daddy, We Hardly Knew You (1989)
Context: Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace, and wit, reminders of order, calm, and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark. The pleasure they give is steady, unorgastic, reliable, deep, and long-lasting. In any library in the world, I am at home, unselfconscious, still, and absorbed.

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Australian feminist author 1939

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