'have you ever seen a garden that will go into a man's sleeve, an orchard you can take on your lap, a speaker who can speak of the dead, and yet be the interpreter of the living? Where else will you find a companion who sleeps only when you are asleep, and speaks only when you wish him to? ... You denigrate books, whereas to my mind there is no pleasanter neighbour, no more fair-minded friend, no more amenable companion, no more dutiful teacher, no comrade more perfect and less prone to error, less annoying or importunate, of a sweeter disposition, less niclined to contradiction or accusation, less disposed to slander or backbiting, more marvelous, cleverer, less given to flattery or affection, less demanding or quarrelsome, less prone to argument or more opposed to strife, than a book.'