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“I fear the plutocracy of wealth, I respect the aristocracy of learning, but I thank God for the democracy of the heart that makes it possible for every human being to do something to make life worth living while he lives and the world better for his existence in it.”
-- William Jennings Bryan
Isn't that a pretty quote? Thus Michael Kazin opens his biography, A Godly Hero: The Life of William Jennings Bryan.
Although this looks like an excellent, approachable biography, I am quitting it on the first chapter. This is one of those random books that I pick up on the library shelves, just looking for some free reading during the moderate weather that makes up my library season.
William Jennings Bryan is one of those personages that one often has to come across in American history at around the turn of the twentieth century, and I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to fill in some holes in my study, but it is a bit too far afield from my personal interest.
I have a blogging friend who recently shared that she has a compulsion to finish every book that she starts. I used to be that way, and I still feel some inclination to stick with a book, but as one gets older, time is felt more preciously, and there are too many great books to hold back from getting to them. If only one could take all those books to the grave to comfort one during that long, cold eternity, but, alas, you cannot. Just as none embrace there, neither do they read.
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“I fear the plutocracy of wealth, I respect the aristocracy of learning, but I thank God for the democracy of the heart that makes it possible for every human being to do something to make life worth living while he lives and the world better for his existence in it.”
-- William Jennings Bryan
Isn't that a pretty quote? Thus Michael Kazin opens his biography, A Godly Hero: The Life of William Jennings Bryan.
Although this looks like an excellent, approachable biography, I am quitting it on the first chapter. This is one of those random books that I pick up on the library shelves, just looking for some free reading during the moderate weather that makes up my library season.
William Jennings Bryan is one of those personages that one often has to come across in American history at around the turn of the twentieth century, and I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to fill in some holes in my study, but it is a bit too far afield from my personal interest.
I have a blogging friend who recently shared that she has a compulsion to finish every book that she starts. I used to be that way, and I still feel some inclination to stick with a book, but as one gets older, time is felt more preciously, and there are too many great books to hold back from getting to them. If only one could take all those books to the grave to comfort one during that long, cold eternity, but, alas, you cannot. Just as none embrace there, neither do they read.
