For all books, it's the weight and texture. For either very new books or old books, it's the aroma. I've been known to sniff a few of my older (first half of the 1900's) books.
His feelings reached an intensity hitherto unknown to him. He relived the experiences of an infinitely varied life; he died and was reborn, he loved ardently and passionately and found himself separated once more and forever from his beloved. At last, toward dawn, when the first light began to dissolve the shadows, a sense of peace began to grow in his soul, and the images became clearer, more permanent…
quixotic
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