«He was
surprised at how low the candle had burned. Had the bean-and-bacon soup been
today or yesterday? Yesterday. It must
have been yesterday. The realization made him yawn. Jon would be wondering
what had become of him, though Maester Aemon would no doubt understand. Before
he had lost his sight, the master had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did.
He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each
page was a hole into another world.»
George R. R.
Martin
A Feast For Crows
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