He was not a scholar — his brain seemed too sluggish or too dreamy to grasp the things demanded of it — but he was never happier than when left alone among books, and would spend hours turning the pages of atlases, novels or tales from history, alive to the alternative versions of himself they seemed to proffer. Patrick Gale
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She was not a beauty – her features were too blunt to please the fickle standards of fashion – but she was never happier than when surrounded by friends, and would spend hours listening to the voices of people who had been dead for centuries.

Source: A Place Called Winter

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