Personally I never care for fiction or storybooks. What I like to read about are facts and statistics of any kind. If they are only facts about the raising of radishes, they interest me. Just now, for instance, before you came in— he pointed to an encyclopaedia on the shelves —I was reading an article about “Mathematics.” Perfectly pure mathematics.
My own knowledge of mathematics stops at “twelve times twelve,” but I enjoyed that article immensely. I didn’t understand a word of it; but facts, or what a man believes to be facts, are always delightful. That mathematical fellow believed in his facts. So do I. Get your facts first, and— the voice dies away to an almost inaudible drone —then you can distort ’em as much as you please.