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“Ancient Egypt 1300BC Be a scribe! Engrave this in your heart So that your name might live on like theirs! The scroll is better than the carved stone. A man has died: his corpse is dust, And his people have passed from the land. It is a book that makes him be remembered In the mouth of the speaker who reads him.”

Quote by Alberto Manguel

Work

A History of Reading

This book delves into the historical development of reading habits, tracing their origins, transformations, and significance in shaping human civilization. It examines various aspects of reading, including its role in education, entertainment, and intellectual growth, and how it has influenced different societies and cultures throughout history. more

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Alberto Manguel
Alberto Manguel

Alberto Manguel, born in 1948, is a renowned writer from Argentina. His works span various literary forms, including novels, essays, and translations, and are known for their unique style and profound insights into human culture. more

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“The Cold Within" Six humans trapped in happenstance In dark and bitter cold, Each one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story's told. The first woman held hers back For of the faces around the fire, She noticed one was black. The next man looking across the way Saw not one of his church, And couldn't bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes He gave his coat a hitch, Why should his log be put to use, To warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat back and thought Of the wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned, From the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man's face bespoke revenge As the fire passed from sight, For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white. The last man of this forlorn group Did naught except for gain, Giving only to those who gave, Was how he played the game. The logs held tight in death's still hands Was proof of human sin, They didn't die from the cold without, They died from the cold within.”

“We’re playing Three Wishes,” she told her friend. “Cake, hot bath, soft bed. How about you?” “World peace,” said Karou. Zuzana rolled her eyes. “Yes, Saint Karou.” “Cure for cancer,” Karou went on. “And unicorns for all.” “Bluh. Nothing ruins Three Wishes like altruism. It has to be something for yourself, and if it doesn’t include food, it’s a lie.” “I did include food. I said unicorns, didn’t I?” “Mmm. You’re craving unicorn, are you?” Zuzana’s brow furrowed. “Wait. Do they have those here?” “Alas, no.” “They did,” said Mik. “But Karou ate them all.” “I am a voracious unicorn predator.”

“أنا مسلم أعبد الله عز وجل وأدعو إليه ، أنا مسلم .. أفعل ما أمر الله به وأجتنب ما نهى عنه ، أنا مسلم .. لا أجبن أو أنزوي ولا أستحي أو أتوارى ، بل أبزغ بزوغ الشمس على الظلام فأقشعه ، وأطلع طلوع القمر وسط الليل فأبدده ، أنا مسلم .. قدوتي محمد لا أبو لهب ، نشيدي مصحفي ونشيد غيري من طرب ، وليلي سجدة أو ركعة لا شهوة أو غفلة تقضي من الله الغضب.”