There are only four kinds of readers. The first is like the hour-glass; their reading being as the sand, it runs in and it runs out, and leaves no vestige behind. The second is like the sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third is like a jelly-bag, allowing all that is pure to pass away, retaining only the refuse and dregs. And the fourth is like the slaves in the diamond mines, who, casting aside all that is worthless, retain only gems.
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That’s me for the diamond mines, then….!
Me too – I’m on the same shift…
I hope when diamond are to be found I work at the rock face. Since I can never abandon a book once begun ( a terrible disability if you start the wrong one) I fear I am an hourglass on occasions, and only too happy to replenish the sand by tilting.