I found the Bible, however, the most joyless book of all, Samson being, as I thought, the only man in it who amounted to much.

A shadow lay across its pages which came, I think, from the awful solemnity of my aunt when she opened them.

It reminded me of a dark rainy day made fearful by thunder and lightning.

It was not the cheerful thing, illumined by the immortal faith of man which, since then, I have found it to be.

The box of books changed the whole current of our lives.
I remember vividly that evening when we took out the books and tenderly felt their covers and read their titles.