Literature is indeed a vast paradigm of a spectre, that remains unsaid and uncertain all the time. You start reading a book, you are so mixed about it and it will make you feel. Through anticipations and urges and words; merely by words our existence is reformed. Think about it! a few words printed on paper, foul or worth, moulds us into clay models, and we are something different as we turn pages.
Everything is different with every advancing words...
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