Some of my favorite pages from the New Penguin
Calman, a random find at a thrift store. Published and printed in Great Britain, 1977. The joy of reading is finding solace in the relatability of others lives and experiences and thoughts. None of our experiences, no matter how seemingly unique or pertaining to a particular person are truly new or original, (you can also argue the opposite but that’s a whole other conversation) yet humans have a tendency to endure, so what makes me so special that I can’t as well?
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