1 He was deeply read in books of chivalry and romance.
2 I can hardly describe to you the effect of these books.
3 I requested his advice concerning the books I ought to procure.
4 He also gave me the list of books which I had requested, and I took my leave.
5 But here were books, and here were men who had penetrated deeper and knew more.
6 Krempe with warmth, "every instant that you have wasted on those books is utterly and entirely lost."
7 But it is a still greater evil to me that I am self-educated: for the first fourteen years of my life I ran wild on a common and read nothing but our Uncle Thomas' books of voyages.
8 Fortunately the books were written in the language, the elements of which I had acquired at the cottage; they consisted of Paradise Lost, a volume of Plutarch's Lives, and the Sorrows of Werter.
9 You have been tutored and refined by books and retirement from the world, and you are therefore somewhat fastidious; but this only renders you the more fit to appreciate the extraordinary merits of this wonderful man.
10 One night during my accustomed visit to the neighbouring wood where I collected my own food and brought home firing for my protectors, I found on the ground a leathern portmanteau containing several articles of dress and some books.
11 Before, I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice that I read in books or heard from others as tales of ancient days or imaginary evils; at least they were remote and more familiar to reason than to the imagination; but now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.