When getting my nose in a bookCured most things short of school, It was worth ruining my eyesTo know I could still keep cool, And deal out the old right hookTo dirty dogs twice my size. Later, with inch-thick specs, Evil was just my lark: Me and my coat and fangsHad ripping times in the dark. The women I clubbed with sex!I broke them up like meringues. Don't read much now: the dudeWho lets the girl down beforeThe hero arrives, the chapWho's yellow and keeps the storeSeem far too familiar. Get stewed: Books are a load of crap.(A Study Of Reading Habits)
Philip Larkin