The Room of Lost Thoughts

by Richard Hazel

     My obsession led me to my profession.  Since I was twelve, when I first immersed myself in the pages of Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles, I have had an ardor for the written word.  This passion led to my indefatigable collecting.  In adulthood, as my mania for the printed page grew, I continued to pile volumes into my small office, two spare bedrooms, and a dining room.  My personal assemblage had begun to rival that of a small municipal library.  It was only fitting that I would gravitate toward a vocation where I could surround myself with what I loved.  Upon receiving my doctorate, I was blessed with the position of Literary Antiquitie...

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