Your year, my dear?

On one occasion John Dryden’s wife, Lady Elizabeth Howard, bustled into his study, feeling herself to be somewhat neglected. “Lord, Mr. Dryden,” she exclaimed, “how can you always be poring over those musty books? I wish I were a book, and then I should have more of your company.” Dryden replied, “Pray, my dear, if you do become a book let it be an almanac, for then I shall change you every year.”

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