Quote by Pablo Neruda, Memoirs, ch. 11, 1

A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.


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Summary

This quote suggests that a person who loves books but cannot afford to buy them regularly experiences a deep sense of longing and frustration. The image of books flying past the bibliophile evokes the idea that books are both elusive and costly, symbolizing how their unattainability is akin to watching what they love slip away from them. The comparison to birds and prices emphasizes the dynamic of books being out of reach due to their high monetary value, highlighting the challenges faced by individuals with limited financial resources in pursuing their passion for reading.

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By Pablo Neruda, Memoirs, ch. 11, 1
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