“Ellie was doing all right in my book, although I had no books at the moment, and had really only possessed one in my life, much too briefly; namely an extremely tasty leather-bound volume that I’d sniffed out at the home of a – judge, was it? – where Bernie and I’d been invited to a big, noisy party. I myself spent a quiet evening, curled up behind a couch with my book. A very pleasant memory to this day! And if things had gone down-hill later – some back-and-forth about first editions and Mark Twain autographs, whatever those happened to be – why let it spoil things? That’s one of my core beliefs.”
Chet the Dog
in "Scents and Sensibility"