There are few things I love more, than to hear a new word and, upon looking it up, unearthing a new body of knowledge—What a wonderful feeling!
I rarely watch TV, but happened to catch a couple of episode of this show called “Prospectors,” where people dig for minerals. They’re always talking about “hitting pockets,” meaning they have discovered a cavity with a lot of valuable minerals. “Bread and butter pockets,” they say.
The prospectors’ eyes beam of enthusiasm, overpowering the gemstones in their hands, whenever they discover a “pocket.” They must get the same kind of rush that I get from stumbling upon a “new” body of knowledge.
In a sense, books are my “pockets.” My “bread and butter pockets.”