BOOKS ARE MAN'S BEST FRIEND. BUT THEY ARE FRIENDS WITH ONLY THOSE WHO CARE FOR THEM. WHEN WE BUY A BOOK, WE BUY IT WITH THE INTENTION OF READING IT. THE NEW BOOK, FRESH FROM THE STORE, ADDS PERFECTLY TO OUR BOOK COLLECTION. WE PROMISE TO MAKE GOOD USE OF IT, NOT AS A PILLOW OR A DUMBBELL, BUT TO FEEL THE ESSENCE OF THE LANGUAGE USED TO WRITE THAT BOOK. WE PROMISE TO READ IT WITHIN, SAY, 2 WEEKS OR SO, AND THEN COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT IT. AS AGES PASS, THE COVER STARTS WEAKENING, THE PAGES START YELLOWING, AND SLOWLY, THE BOOK, WHICH ONCE USED TO BE OUR HEARTTHROB, IS FALLING APART LIKE AN OLD BUILDING...PART BY PART, LITTLE PIECE EACH TIME. AND FINALLY, WHEN THE BOOK CAN'T HANDLE ANY MORE OF PAIN, IT FINALLY FALLS APART COMPLETELY...LEAVING NO MEMORIES OF IT BEING USED FOR GOOD. IT IS SAID, THAT BOOKS DON'T COMPLAIN OR DEMAND ANYTHING FROM US. BUT THEY UNDERGO A LOT OF PAIN IF THEY ARE NOT BEING READ. THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE BITTER TRUTH OF LIFE. AND THIS WHOLE STORY, IS IN FACT, THE TRUTH BEHIND OUR LIES. THE SAD TRUTH BEHIND OUR FAKE PASSION FOR READING BOOKS. TO SHOW THE WORLD THAT WE ARE INTELLIGENT. TO SHOW OFF THE COLLECTION OF BOOKS WE HAVE. THE SPECTATOR HAS AN IMPRESSION THAT THESE BOOKS ARE OLD BECAUSE OF CONSTANT HANDLING AND READING. BUT, WHATEVER THE TRUTH IS, WHAT THE REAL PICTURE IS, THEY WON'T KNOW...
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