George was epically and, at times, autocratically uninterested in anything convenient, orderly, or efficient. Cell phones? Computers? Kindles? No thanks. If we organized the books, he disorganized them. If we brought in the cleaners, he was livid. Cockroaches roamed and flourished. The wishing well was raided constantly by gypsies. George didn’t care; as long as people had books.
- The Millions : A Weed in My Flower Garden: Remembering George Whitman of Shakespeare and Company (via leopoldgursky)
(via leopoldgursky)
