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Books are thoughts, a feeling, a way of looking at things-which you had thought special and particular to you.
Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead.
And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
Imagine your life as a book.How will you feel?
Would you like to tear some pages?
Would you like to change the words you once said?