“«I wonder», he said to himself, «what's in a book while
it's closed. Oh, I know it's full of letters printed on
paper, but all the same, something must be happening,
because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with
people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures,
deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at
sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All
those things are somehow shut in a book. Of course you
have to read it to find out. But it's already there,
that's the funny thing. I just wish I knew how it could
be».
Suddenly an almost festive mood came over him.
He settled himself down, picked up the book, opened it
to the first page, and began to read...” Michael Ende.
The Neverending Story.
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