Walking to breakfast this morning, a scruffy little man carrying several immense plastic bags filled with empty cans and bottles called out as he passed, "This is what I do while you're sleeping. And do you know why? Because I'm a bum!"
I've been reading The Enthusiasms of Robertson Davies, a collection of short essays by the Canadian author. I've never read any of his fiction, though he's on my list of authors I want to get around to reading someday. Probably the only Canadian on the list. Anyway, I took the book out of the library because I wanted to read his comments on the Gormenghast trilogy. I found he also had a chapter on John Cowper Powys. He thought highly of both, as do I. And there's lots more about book collecting, writing, love and more. I'm not reading start to finish, just jumping around to chapters that look interesting.