The book, irresistible illness.
The dictionary is not found, but the librets exist.
He works in his head, runs through the body, acts on the senses, hitting the sight and the touch.
The fascination of books reaches unpredictable levels of irresistibility; You fall in love when they are old, they mumble when they are rare. Those who know them know that they can count on an affective treasure that dispenses ever-equal pleasures. It's great to admire them aligned, take them in hand and caress them by feeling the touch of paper, rippling, and printing press under the spin speeds.
But surprises arrive when thoughts run to the sliding of the pages.
The magic of the word-making machine comes into play; The echoes of history do the rest.
Here is the secret of the book, any text, old or just printed. "The book is one of the possibilities for men's happiness," said Borges, who in one
Conference confided: "I keep playing to not be blind, I continue to buy books."

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