Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read.
Or so it seemed. All his life, he had been immersed in books as far as he could remember. He felt that with every book he read, he made a new discovery of something so important that it could change the world.
Over the years, he felt that he had covered so much of what one could learn in their lifetime just by reading books. He kept these books as neatly as one could have imagined. If anyone picked them up, they wouldn’t have realized that the books were actually read even once.