new blood in the wounds

Incidentally, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader. And I shall tell you why. When we read a book for the first time the very process of laboriously moving our eyes from left to right, line after line, page after page, this complicated physical work upon the book, the very process of learning in terms of space and time what the book is about, this stands between us and artistic appreciation. When we look at a painting we do no have to move our eyes in a special way even if, as in a book, the picture contains elements of depth and development. The element of time does not really enter in a first contact with a painting. In reading a book, we must have time to acquaint ourselves with it. We have no physical organ (as we have the eye in regard to a painting) that takes in the whole picture and can enjoy its details. But at a second, or third, or fourth reading we do, in a sense, behave towards a book as we do towards a painting.

there is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher-boy and there's a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy i saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick and i had thought it'd be harder to do but i caught her and skinned her quick held her there kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue told her 'wherever you go little runaway bunny i will find you' and then she ran. as they're liable to do.