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The March of the Ants

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“حاوطها الخوف مثل دائرة. دائرة الخوف هذه كانت ملجأها الوحيد في ظلمة جدار الجفاء. فكانت تنغلق على نفسها في غرفتها، وتغرق في الأفكار المأساوية المخيفة لساعات. بحثت عن شيء تتمسك به في دائرة الخوف هذه. هكذا بدأت في القراءة. كانت تقرأ كل ما تقع عليه يدها. عندما تقرأ، تتخلص لبعض الوقت من الكوابيس المخيفة التي تجثم على صدرها. فالعالم بدا مكانًا أكثر مرحًا بكثير في المجلات واللكتب التي تقرؤها مقارنةً بما هو عليه في أحلامها المزعجة التي تعيش فيها.”

“I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.” Jennifer states out loud, a large Bible opened in front of her. She turns the page and speaks again. “Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let God know your concerns.” I can’t listen to this! When did she start reading this book? Why is she smiling? What is this power these words have on her?”

“The difference essentially between a book and a friend lies not in their greater or lesser wisdom, but in the manner in which we communicate with them, reading being the reverse of conversation, consisting as it does for each one of us in receiving the communication of another’s thought while still being on our own, that is, continuing to enjoy the intellectual sway which we have in solitude and which conversation dispels instantly, and continuing to be open to inspiration, with our minds still at work hard and fruitfully on themselves.”

“For as long as reading is for us the instigator whose magic keys have opened the door to those dwelling-places deep within us that we would not have known how to enter, its role in our lives is salutary. It becomes dangerous on the other hand, when, instead of awakening us to the personal life of the mind, reading tends to take its place, when the truth no longer appears to us as an ideal which we can realize only by the intimate progress of our own thought and the efforts of our own heart, but as something material, deposited between the leaves of books like a honey fully prepared by others and which we need only take the trouble to reach down from the shelves of libraries and then sample passively in a perfect repose of mind and body.”