“One evening in the fall, George ran out of his house to the library, where he hadn’t been in years. There were books all over the place, wherever he looked, and though he was struggling to control an inward trembling, he easily counted off a hundred, then sat down at a table to read.”
From Bernard Malamud’s “A Summer’s Reading”
I just listened the most recent New Yorker’s Fiction Podcast, and the story above was read out loud. The last few lines are a librarian’s dream!