My grandmother, Eglantine Aspasia Bear, a lady of deep intelligence and wit, used to tell me that if I were not sure to get an answer which would please me, it would have been much wiser to not ask any rhetorical question.

So I won’t ask you if you've missed me, since I haven't added any new pages to my diary for a few days.

My grandmother often said that flea markets are those places where people can buy all the useless things that other people have managed to get rid of and, as a consequence, the next step will be for them to try hard to get rid of the same useless things when they realize they don't need them either.

I slightly disagree, because I often visit flea markets hoping to find the hidden little treasure which could make my day.

Nevertheless, I have to admit that it hasn't happened yet...so maybe after all Eglantine Aspasia was not wrong.
She rarely was wrong and it was the only flawz of her I could not stand.

Anyway, I have found many old books in flea market stalls, and books are the only items I find hard to get rid of.

But we should all pay attention to nuances and differences alsos in our way ofs expressing love for books. There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read...

Well, let me see if I can find anything worthwhile here...
then I’ll let you know about the last books I've enjoyed.

By the way, the sarcastic attitude that one of my good acquaintances had towards books comes to mind.
Alfred was a genial film director, but not a sophisticated reader.

Once he told me. “Violet, this paperback is very interesting, but I find it will never replace a hardcover book - it makes a very poor doorstop.”

Ah, good, old Alfred...A very peculiar character...I have given him many suggestions for the plots of his movies and I also appeared in one of them, but that is another story....