Mansfield Park on Tales: “And here are Crabbe's Tales, and the Idler, at hand to relieve you, if you tire of your great book.”
The Pirate on The Library: “But lost to me, for ever lost those joys, Which reason scatters, and which time destroys. No more the midnight fairy-train I view, All in the merry moonlight tippling dew. Even the last lingering fiction of the brain, The churchyard ghost, is now at rest again. _The Library._”