I heard her before I saw her. A little girl alone on the deserted sidewalk in front of a brownstone, with a stack of dusky red encylopedias next to her. She had one volume propped up against her belly, and a humorless intensity in her face. She was swiveling from side to side, showing off her wares and calling out like a sideshow tout: “C’mon get your Book of Knowledge. It’s all in the Book of Knowledge.”
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There’s nothing more promising than an unread book of knowledge. Young mind + unread knowledge = unlimited potential.
So true. Though of course, she was trying to unload hers.