--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Angela Mailander <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > The day I approached my teacher, Johannes, for the first time was on my birthday in 1946. I'd circled whichever field he occupied with his sheep for a month before I got the courage together to walk up to him to say hello. So, taking a deep breath, I walked up to the man and, by way of "hello" said with six-year old bravado, "I can already read." > "Can you read the stars?" was his reply. > I said, amazed, "I didn't know you could read stars." > And his response has stayed with me: "You can read anything; people who read books forget this." > > Well, as it happens, I spent more time in grad school reading books than most academics. What I have learned is that you can indeed read books without forgetting that all things can be read. Language is a means to transcendence, and folks who scan book, highlighting what might be on the test, do not really read. For them, books are dead things. a
*lol* As a past dealer in used and antiquarian books, I was wont to consign book-highlighters to the seventh circle of hell, right down there with aluminum-siding salesmen (thank you, Woody Allen) :-)
