Our bibliophile doctor stumbles upon a book in his library dedicated to Marcel Proust’s father, which gets him thinking over at Quadrant.

There is a lot to be said for reading at random, though one will never become scholarly that way. It broadens rather than sharpens the mind and counters the temptation merely to refine by further reading what one already knows. The temptation to remain in an intellectual bubble of one’s own making is very strong.