謝謝二位。Reading reminds me of the past

We read feverishly in college. We read in the crowded classroom and we read in the quiet library; we read by the blue lake, we read in the green woods on campus and we read at the foot of the snow-clad hill; we read in the warm soothing sunshine and we read in the cool serene moonlight; we discussed Henry James in the rambles in the bustling street in the morning and we discoursed on James Joyce in the wanders on the undisturbed road in the afternoon; we read when we ravened hot steamed lobsters and we read when we gulped cold fresh water...Our hearts were contented when we gazed upon masterpieces...
Now years have passed and my skin has wrinkled, and yet my desire to read has not withered...
I will read and read until I become a worm, an earthworm that is, for now I am already a bookworm...