The man who has not the habit of reading is imprisoned in his immediate world, in respect to time and space. His life falls into a set routine; he is… - Lin Yutang

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The man who has not the habit of reading is imprisoned in his immediate world, in respect to time and space. His life falls into a set routine; he is limited to contact and conversation with a few friends and acquaintances, and he sees only what happens in his immediate neighbourhood. From this prison there is no escape. But the moment he takes up a book, he immediately enters a different world, and if it is a good book, he is immediately put in touch with one of the best talkers of the world. This talker leads him on and carries him into a different country or a different age, or unburdens to him some of his personal regrets, or discusses with him some special line or aspect of life that the reader knows nothing about. An ancient author puts him in communion with a dead spirit of long ago, and as he reads along, he begins to imagine what the ancient author looked like and what type of person he was.

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About Lin Yutang

Lin Yutang (Traditional Chinese: 林語堂; Simplified Chinese: 林语堂; pinyin: Lín Yǔtáng) (10 October 1895 – 26 March 1976) was a Chinese writer and translator.

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Alternative Names: Lîm Gí-tông
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Now it must be taken for granted that simplicity of life and thought is the highest and sanest ideal for civilization and culture, that when a civilization loses simplicity and the sophisticated do not return to unsophistication, civilization becomes increasingly full of troubles and degenerates. Man then becomes the slave of the ideas, thoughts, ambitions and social systems that are his own product.

Como la tormenta no podía soplar en todas partes a la vez, siempre había algún rincón donde quedaban unas hojas, un rincón donde brillaba el sol y donde temporalmente había un refugio de paz. La historia de la Guerra de China, como la historia de todos los grandes movimientos, está escrita en las mentes y los corazones de su generación. Dentro de cincuenta o cien años, en las charlas caseras y los relatos de las viejas, se contarán las historias de miles de esas hojas barridas por la tormenta. Cada hoja en la tormenta es un individuo con un corazón y sentimientos y aspiraciones y deseos.

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