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On the cover:
BECAUSE WHEN I READ, I DON’T REALLY READ; I POP A BEAUTIFUL SENTENCE INTO MY MOUTH AND SUCK IT LIKE A FRUIT DROP, OR I SIP IT LIKE A LIQUEUR UNTIL THE THOUGHT DISSOLVES IN ME LIKE ALCOHOL, INFUSING BRAIN AND HEART AND COURSING ON THROUGH THE VEINS TO THE ROOT OF EACH BLOOD VESSEL.
- Bohumil Hrabal (1914 -1997). Too Loud a Solitude