“When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I’ve got out of the book all that’s of any use to me, and I can’t get anything more if I read it a dozen times. You see, it seems to me, one’s like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all; but there are certain things that have a particular significance for one, and they open a petal; and the petals open one by one; and at last the flower is there.”
Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)
Of Human Bondage
On the magic of reading…
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Posted: November 25, 2019 by Luiz Fernando Brandão
Category: Uncategorized Tags: magic, reading