To
the British Library yesterday to sloat (see and gloat) at my For A Song
displayed among their Treasures. Coincidentally my mother, Blanche,
used to call me mon trésor. If that isn't foresight I don't know what
is.
There it sits surrounded by other treasures in the contemporary Art of the Book display case. There are many magnificent objects in the whole room but the lighting is very dim, no doubt to protect fragile ancient volumes, and it was nearly closing time hence only a couple of photos. I will go back.
There it sits surrounded by other treasures in the contemporary Art of the Book display case. There are many magnificent objects in the whole room but the lighting is very dim, no doubt to protect fragile ancient volumes, and it was nearly closing time hence only a couple of photos. I will go back.
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