Quote by Alexander Smith

I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander.

I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I b

Summary

This quote suggests that the act of entering a library allows the individual to transcend time and experience history. It implies that the books found within the library hold the power to transport the reader to different eras and moments in the past. The reference to the morning air symbolizes the freshness and vitality of these stories. By evoking images of historical events such as the construction of pyramids and the armies of Alexander the Great, the quote highlights the immersive nature of reading and its ability to awaken the imagination.

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By Alexander Smith

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