Isn't It a Wonderful Book?

My uncle was liable to occasional fits of bibliomania. But no old beh had any value in his eyes unless I had the virtue of being nowhere else to be found at any rate of being illegible. Here's a remarkable book. What a wonderful book he was exclaiming. He went on, both asking the questions and supplying the answers. Isn't it a beauty? Yes, splendid. Did you ever see such a binding? Doesn't the book open easily? Yes, it stops open anywhere. And look at its back. After seven hundred years. Why, bazarian, cloths, or pergol, might have been proud of such a binding. While rapidly