A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe

I get a tremendous thrill out of reading works written in English that are more than 200 years old. When I read them, I think, “This came from a time and place unimaginably distant from today, and yet I am as close to him (or her) as if he was sitting in the same room and speaking to me.”*

However,  the pleasure I get from such works is more intellectual…