Michel de Montaigne I am not.
I had to tell you this?
Of course I didn't. I am some 400 years his junior, for one thing.
And my tower is a crowded office on the second floor of a tiny townhouse near Wilmington, Delaware, for another
Some things we have in common, however.
One is a love of words. (I started to say books, but that might have been wrong. Montaigne's head was stuffed with words. My room is packed with books.There is a difference.)
You reach my age and you begin to forget what words you ever knew. You go back to the books you have read before, and you write the words down in hopes that you won't forget them again. Sometimes it is as though you had never seen the book before. Did I read "Madame Bovary" when I was young? How many times?