my sentiments: dear book, why couldn't you have come sooner in my life! it could have saved me a lot of pain while growing up.
It basically vindicates quiet people or introverts and shows how awesome and necessary quiet, solitude, and people who love those two are.
It quotes Kafka, who had to explain to his fiancee why he needed time alone to do his genius:
You once said that you would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen, in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing oneself to excess; that utmost of self-revelation and surrender, in which a human being, when involved with others, would feel he was losing himself, and from which, therefore, he will always shrink as long as he is in his right mind... That is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why there can never be enough silence around one when one writes, why even night is not night enough.
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I think it's more like: Dear book, why couldn't you have come sooner in all my teachers' lives? Haha.
Wah! I like the quote. - iqa
Agree, Eunice! They would have picked on us less. I remember we used to talk about it -- and I remember you saying you just don't have anything to say to a big group what.
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