Never wonder if I've found something somewhere else, I don't look anywhere else any more. Why should I run all the way down to 17th St. to buy dirty, badly made books when I can buy clean, beautiful ones from you without leaving the typewriter? From where I sit, London's a lot closer than 17th Street.
Excerpted from "84 Charing Cross Road" by Helene Hanff
I shievered when I reached the bold-faced sentence while reading Helene's letter posted to 84 Charing Cross Road. It was fully understood. One sentence was just enough to decribe the sentimental distance. Often, from where I sit, Seoul's a lot closer than Lincoln Memorial. It is so.
p.s.
Hate to bring this up, but I wonder how much shipping fee would have cost, though.
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