The Captive Reader

via Architectural Digest

Any library-esque room with access to the garden makes me thing of Reginald in Trollope’s The American Senator, who describes his days thus: I rush in and out of the garden, and spend my time between my books and my flowers and my tobacco pipe.  From that moment forward, all my loyalties lay with him – plus a hefty amount of envy for the freedom to live such a life.  But the trade-off for modern economics is that we have Eames chairs and Reginald did not, so I can’t be too bitter.