No. 71 Like Lot’s wife, the reader is fixed by a single glance. Opening a book is an act from which there is no pardon; we’re doomed to an eternity of looking back. (Image from the Nuremberg Chronicle)  

No. 71

Like Lot’s wife, the reader is fixed by a single glance. Opening a book is an act from which there is no pardon; we’re doomed to an eternity of looking back.

(Image from the Nuremberg Chronicle)