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Reading is fleeing

Admittedly, reading novels can be pure escape behaviour. You open a book, your eyes race along the lines and, whoops, you've entered someone else's life. Literature gives you a break from yourself, from your own thoughts, circumstances and beliefs that you gradually know. All things considered, literature is the only art form where you dwell in the inner world of another human being – a fictional human being, but still. Even in a movie you look at the person from a distance, and you are not really inside his head. Very occasionally you can listen to his thoughts in a voice-over, but that's it. I...

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