At breakfast! ' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.

Mary Stewart
At breakfast! ' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A...
At breakfast! ' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A...
At breakfast! ' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A...
At breakfast! ' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A...
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In a story by Charles Dickens, a father and son are reading poetry to each other at breakfast. They are both enjoying this simple pleasure of poetry together. But, as they continue their reading, the son admits that his father is more of a poet than him. The father acknowledges that he was the better poet and offers to give up this aspect of his life in exchange for his son’s love.

Source: Madam, Will You Talk?

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