A Hundred Classics to Get Me Through a Hundred Days of Trump | The New Yorker
The book opened like a flower, like a hinge, like a butterfly, like a pair of hands in blessing. I turned to the first page … My heart leapt. I had found my doomscrolling methadone. With five hundred gold florins in his bag, Andreuccio set off for Naples. And I made a vow to read one volume of the Penguin Little Black Classics each morning in bed, matins, for a hundred days. Two and a half times Lent. In case of emergency, break open a book.
“In case of emergency, break open a book.” Indeed.
This is also a nice bit of history on Penguin’s Little Black Classics—and paperback books in general.
