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"... Yet, suddenly I knew what they were: I could hear them in my head; they metamorphosed and ceased to be black lines and white spaces to convert into a sound, meaningful reality. I had made that all by myself. Nobody had acted for me that magic. We were alone, those forms and I, revealing ourselves to each other, silently, in respectful dialogue. Having been able to transform a few simple lines into true reality made me almighty. I could read."
(Alberto Manguel - A history of reading)