Inside my shed

Sometimes I lie on the sofa and gaze at my books. I arrange them according to nationality, so I'll gaze at the spines of the Russian ones for a while and think about them, the way you hold someone you love in your mind. And then I'll move on to the Americans, or the English or the Germans, or Homer, or the shelf of women writers, or the history books ... The Scottish and French I have in a bookcase in the sitting room, there isn't room in my shed for all of my books.