Books lay strewn, tattered and torn, Reading them again was impracticable. values and ideals of which it was born, Seemed to be worthless and untenable. The wisdom and values pressed in it, The characters and belief looked unreal. The sagacity and justice lay in the pit, Suddenly I had lost all of my zeal. Books lay strewn, tattered and torn, Reading them again was impracticable. values and ideals of which it was born, Seemed to be worthless and untenable. The wisdom and values pressed in it, The characters and belief looked unreal. The sagacity and justice lay in the pit, Suddenly I had lost all of my zeal.
