"What will you do? Books?"
"I hate books."
"Come now, Peter, not all books," protested Marbury. "Let me send you some. Books for the open."
"Can you find me a book that has nothing to do with any modern thing—a book that goes with the earth and touches bottom."
"What's wrong with Shakespeare?" asked Marbury.
"I've packed Shakespeare."
"I'll send you some more."
"Be careful," Peter warned him; "I shall pitch anything that looks like a talking book into the fire."
"You mustn't do that, Peter. The books I am going to send you are valuable."
They were walking now in Whitehall.