Lately Ive been thoroughly enjoying rereading Paradise Lost and a bit of Joseph Conrad. This morning, a foggy, silent Sunday, I read some lines from the end of Book 2 in Milton's epic, and then finished Conrad's "The Secret Sharer". It was a time of utter serenity for me, sitting in the "great room" before the glowing fire and reading these words written with such music and wisdom. I said to myself, once again, that I could easily spend the rest of my life reading and rereading, over and over, the works of a few great writers -- Milton, Conrad, Shakespeare, Dickens, Wordsworth. In fact, I may just do that -- and they would be joyous, fulfilling years, for sure.
