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It's like having a bowl of M&Ms in the room. I don't want anymore. Until I can't think of anything else.
There are a few books I can't help going back to, no matter how many new ones are waiting in the pile beside the bed. Einstein's Dreams somehow puts itself in my hands every year-and-a-half or so. The chapters are no more than two or three pages long, but I read one chapter a day to make it last.
What do you re-read?
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14 April 1905
Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.
For the most part, people do not know they will live their lives over. Tradesmen do not know that they will make the same bargain again and again. Politicians do not know that they will shout from the same lectern an infinite number of times in the cycles of time. Parents treasure the first laugh from their child as if they will not hear it again. Lovers making love the first time undress shyly, show surprise at the supple thigh, the fragile nipple. How would they know that each secret glimpse, each touch, will be repeated again and again and again, exactly as before?
~ Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
There are a few books I can't help going back to, no matter how many new ones are waiting in the pile beside the bed. Einstein's Dreams somehow puts itself in my hands every year-and-a-half or so. The chapters are no more than two or three pages long, but I read one chapter a day to make it last.
What do you re-read?
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14 April 1905
Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.
For the most part, people do not know they will live their lives over. Tradesmen do not know that they will make the same bargain again and again. Politicians do not know that they will shout from the same lectern an infinite number of times in the cycles of time. Parents treasure the first laugh from their child as if they will not hear it again. Lovers making love the first time undress shyly, show surprise at the supple thigh, the fragile nipple. How would they know that each secret glimpse, each touch, will be repeated again and again and again, exactly as before?
~ Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
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