When Sir Robert Walpole was dismissed from all his employments he retired to Houghton and walked into the Library; when, pulling down a book and holding it some minutes before his eyes, he suddenly and seeming sullenly exchanged it for another. He held that about half as long, and looking out a third returned it instantly to its shelf and burst into tears. ‘I have led a life of business so long,’ said he, ‘that I have lost my taste for reading, and now -- what shall I do?’
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