“Books Fall Open Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where, you've never been. Hear voices not once heard before, Reach world through world, through door on door. Find unexpected keys to things, locked up beyond imaginings…. True books will… — David McCord Copy Share Image
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on door; find unexpected keys to things locked up beyond imaginings. What might you be, perhaps become,… — David McCord Copy Share Image
“Books Fall Open Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where, you've never been. Hear voices not once heard before, Reach world through world,… — David McCord Copy Share Image
Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit. — David McCord Copy Share Image
The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was. — David McCord Copy Share Image
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire. — David McCord Copy Share Image
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie. — David McCord Copy Share Image
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens. — David McCord Copy Share Image
Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life. — David McCord Copy Share Image
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on… — David McCord Copy Share Image
