Chapter 11

“I’ve never thought about it,” he confessed. “I can read enough when I go into town and order supplies, but it’s never seemed necessary to learn anything more.”

“Well, it might not be necessaryto learn more.” Alonzo straightened and stretched his back, pulling his shirt tight across his chest. “You could probably live without mastering the ability. But the ability to read those books…it’ll introduce you to new worlds and new thoughts. You can learn a lot about a man from the books he treasures.”

Silently, Ben agreed. “So what kind of books do you treasure? Other than your Bible.”

“Oh. My father gave me a copy of El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de la Manchawhen I left for America. It was his father’s copy. I have some in English, too. King Lear and Hamlet.And of course, Milton’s Paradise Lost.”