It’s tired old news but my watery eyes have not fared well following an unfortunate stroke and too many years of use and misuse. A few years back when I moved from my own little house to fresh digs in my daughter’s house, I painfully donated box after box of new Penguin Classics and Oxford Classics to the local library, not because I didn’t want to read them all, not because I didn’t want to move them to the new house, not because bookshelf space might be tight in my new library, but simply because the print was too small to read without a magnifying glass .. and holding a magnifying glass, a book, a coffee cup, and wiping my tearing eyes at the same time was a circus act I was too old to maintain.