You know the feeling: searching for something specific and stumbling on another book you’ve been curious about, then finding yourself, almost involuntarily, leaning against a wall or sinking onto a footstool, happily giving up the next half hour of your life. I’m sure some people think of browsing as an invitation to distraction, but I like to think of it an intellectual stroll.
Claire Barliant, “The Art of Browsing”
I know the feeling so well. But I’ve honestly found that feeling elsewhere: online, linked through subject headings, and (especially satisfying) through indexes and bibliographies. It isn’t all about hanging off the footstool if you’re doing it right. But it does feel good when you’re able to do that, too.