Machiavelli on reading...
During the time when Machiavelli was writing The Prince, he was living in exile from Florence among ordinary folks in a small Italian village. While spending his days among them, he spend his evenings reading the great ancient writers. In this letter to Francesco Vettori, a friend living in Rome, Listen to how he describes the time he spends reading:
“On the coming of evening, I return to my house and enter my study; and at the door I take off the day's clothing, covered with mud and dust, and put on garments regal and courtly; and reclothed appropriately, I enter the ancient courts of ancient men, where, received by them with affection, I feed on that food which only is mine and which I was born for, where I am not ashamed to speak with them and to ask them the reason for their actions; and they in their kindness answer me; and for four hours of time I do not feel boredom, I forget every trouble, I do not dread poverty, I am not frightened by death; entirely I give myself over to them.”
Wow—here is a man who loved his books! Oh, that we spent a fraction of this time and had an ounce of his enthusiasm toward engaging the greatest minds of history! We would be very rich, indeed!