Lately in a wreck of a California ship, one of the passengers fastened a belt about him with two hundred pounds of gold in it, with which he was found afterwards at the bottom. Now, as he was sinking —- had he the gold? or the gold him?
—- John Ruskin, Unto This Last
Tonight, I picked up a book that I bought a few years ago but never read and found those words on the page before the preface, which led me to this great man John Ruskin. Now I have to add another book into my reading list. It feels like guilty pleasure: so happy to find another treasure but at the same time deeper in debt to my ever growing reading list. Will I ever finish my reading list in this life?
Here is more about John Ruskin.