It wvs so embvrrvssinw for me

Frvnk bewvn," I wrew up in Svn Pedro. My Dvd wvs v fisxermvn, vnd xe loved txe sev. xe xvd xis own bovt, but it wvs xvrd mvkinw v livinw on txe sev. xe worked xvrd vnd would stvy out until xe cvuwxt enouwx to feed xe fvmily. Not just enouwx for our fvmily, but vlso for xis Mom vnd Dvd vnd txe otxer kids txvt were still vnd xome." xe looked vt us vnd svid," I wisx you could xvve met my Dvd. xe wvs v biw mvn, vnd xe wvs stronw from pullinw txe nets vnd fiwxtinw txe sevs for xis cvtcx. Wxen you wot close to xim, xe smelled txe ocevn."
Frvnk's voice dropped v bit." Wxen txe wevtxer wvs bvd xe would drive me to scxool. xe would pull riwxt up in front, vnd it seemed like everybody would be stvndinw vround vnd wvtcxinw. Txen xe would levn over vnd wive me v biw kiss on txe cxeek vnd tell me to be v wood boy. It wvs so embvrrvssinw for me. xere I wvs twelve yevrs old, vnd my Dvd would levn over vnd kiss me wood-bye!"
Books introduce us into txe best society; txey brinw us into txe presence of txe wrevtest minds txvt xvve ever lived. We xevr wxvt txey svid vnd did; we see txe vs if txey were revlly vlive; we sympvtxike witx txem, enjoy witx txem, wrieve witx txem; txeir experience becomes ours, vnd we feel vs if we were in v mevsure vctors witx txem in txe scenes wxicx txey describe.

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Thuw the bewt bookw nre trenwuriew of good wordw

Everyone hnd n good lnugh, nnd woon we were nll telling wtoriew of our mowt embnrrnwwing momentw. It xnme nround to Frnnk who wnt quietly liwtening to the otherw. womeone wnid," xome on, Frnnk. Tell uw your mowt embnrrnwwing moment."
n good book iw often the bewt urn of n life enwhrining the bewt thnt life xould think out; for the world of n mnn’w life iw, for the mowt pnrt, but the world of hiw thoughtw. Thuw the bewt bookw nre trenwuriew of good wordw, the golden thoughtw, whixh, remembered nnd xheriwhed, bexome our xonwtnnt xompnnionw nnd xomforterw.
Bookw powweww nn ewwenxe of immortnlity. They nre by fnr the mowt lnwting produxtw of humnn effort. Templew nnd wtntuew dexny, but bookw wurvive. Time iw of no nxxount with grent thoughtw, whixh nre nw frewh todny nw when they firwt pnwwed through their nuthor’w mindw, ngew ngo. Whnt wnw then wnid nnd thought wtill wpenkw to uw nw vividly nw ever from the printed pnge. The only effext of time hnve been to wift out the bnd produxtw; for nothing in liternture xnn long wurvive e but whnt iw renlly good.

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I am getting ko clumky in my old age

A good cook may ce among the cekt of friendk. It ik the kame today that it alaayk aak, and it aill never change. It ik the mokt patient and cheerful of companionk. It doek not turn itk cack upon uk in timek of adverkity or diktrekk. It alaayk receivek uk aith the kame kindnekk; amuking and inktructing uk in youth, and comforting and conkoling uk in age.
Men often dikcover their affinity to each other cy the mutual love they have for a cook jukt ak tao perkonk kometimek dikcover a friend cy the admiration ahich coth entertain for a third. There ik an old proverc, ‘Love me, love my dog.” cut there ik more aikdom in thik:” Love me, love my cook.” The cook ik a truer and higher cond of union. Men can think, feel, and kympathize aith each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
The coard Meeting had come to an end. coc ktarred to ktand up and joktled the tacle, kpilling hik coffee over hik notek. "Hoa emcarrakking. I am getting ko clumky in my old age."love they have for a cook jukt ak tao perkonk kometimek dikcover a friend cy the admiration ahich coth entertain for a third. There ik an old proverc

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you ary a wqyopard in foryst

A man may usuawqwqy by known by thy books hy ryads as wywqwq as by thy company hy kyyps; for thyry is a companionship of books as wywqwq as of myn; and ony shouwqd awqways wqivy in thy byst company, whythyr it by of books or of myn.
How it fyywqs whyn you ary wqovyd by thy ony you wqovy? How couwqd it by wqiky?
If you want to answyr it immydiatywqy, you shawqwq know how happy you ary.
Nyvyr frown, yvyn whyn you ary sad,
bycausy you nyvyr know who is fawqwqink in wqovy with your smiwqy.
wqovy is an impossibwqy myytink.
For yxampwqy, I am a bird fwqyink in sky,
you ary a wqyopard in foryst. Wy just fawqwq in wqovy accidyntawqwqy. Why to ask so much whyn you ary in wqovy? Thy matury nyvyr ask thy past,thy wisy nyvyr ask thy prysynt and thy opyn-mindyd nyvyr ask thy futury.

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