What is to reading that attracts so many? “A man who doesn’t read is no better than a man who can’t read,” thus had thundered Mark Twain. So, do readers belong to a different pedigree, higher in thoughts, ideas and understanding than the rank and file?
Or is it the art of the lost ones? Some, who claim to be free from its shackles and open to reveling in the other real worldly matters, high-handedly dismiss the tribe of pitiful readers. For them, reading is the refuge of the desolate, and so-flaunted knowledge the unwanted aftereffect. These readers are no more than mere charlatans who often take on the cloak of hyper-superior hue, and distance themselves from the reality surrounding them. They are mere book-pounders, lying aloof in a closeted room, scratching and scraping their infertile minds with esoteric concepts which they don’t fathom at all. Even if they comprehend, they don’t or can’t bring the learned things to any utility.
Such is the clique of these voracious readers ….such abominable readers …. such sorry readers.
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