There is a patron saint for writers, St. Francis de Sales. Which kind of makes sense if you think about it; there would be no reason to venerate the act of reading when the upper castes completely controlled the dissemination of information up until the invention of moveable print in about 1440. Technology changed all that, right up to the 1960's and Catholic Mass being allowed to be held in languages other than Latin. That continuum continues to change, with consequences up to this very day.
I therefore have no choice but to proclaim a patron saint for this very website.
Meet Mr. Henry Bemis.
He loved to read. Dickens. George Bernard Shaw. Browning, Shelley, Keats. Shakespeare. You name it.
It was his love, and it was his undoing.
You can read the original here.
Good day, fellow readers.
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