Reading touchy books must be same as drinking. After going through both, we lose the consciousness, we remember deeply hidden memories, we think or talk to ourselves about it and we look mad. We are no more practical. We don't think of benefits. And from some heaven we get the strength of bearing. I never drank. This can be only imagination. Who knows? Let's go back to reading; to get unconscious. ;)
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