The Book Worms: Robert Burns

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Through and through the inspirèd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship’s taste ,
And spare his golden bindings.

Robert Burns

The world divides into bibliophiles, who love the physical pleasure of beautiful books, and book-lovers, who love the contents. For many years, I belonged to The Folio Society and as a result have some beautifully bound books, but I am ashamed to say many of them remain unread.

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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