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"Oh, yes. What a great place...." James too is smiling slightly. "Mind if I look at what you've bought?" The smile turns whimsical as he works his way through her purchases, raising brows at some of her choices. "'Modern Cosmology and Philosophy', 'The Chronicles of Narnia', 'The Mythology of the Ancient Greeks'...." Michael leans across to look, shaking his head slightly but also smiling.

Damn. I ignore that thought. I'm safe here for now and Noah is not an asshole like I thought he was so no need to do anything irrational. I wonder how one could be so wealthy and good-looking but yet he has no one he loves that's just so lonely. I've never met anyone like him. Even if he isn't I love, how does he get off steam? I proceeded to study to explore awesome books. The books below are just philosophers' books. I'm in no mood for philosophy today, above that are literary books. I'm in no mood for that either. I climb the ladder to get up where I see books of mythology and fictional books.

He had a library there as he selected one of the philosophy books which he was reading the other day and continued. It was odd because people around him say its weird a mafia don, reading philosophy, history and poetry books. He just scoffed at those thoughts and continued reading, according to him books make one wiser. Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other - and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived. As soon as he went through those lines, he felt it, deep within his beating organ. These lines just defined his life. That sudden lost was not lett

Dante asked. Elian handed him a slim volume. Dante looked at the cover — a collection of essays by an Italian mathematician on the philosophy of pattern recognition in natural systems. He looked at Elian. "I found it on the shelf," Elian said. "I didn't go looking for it. It was just there." "The universe," Dante said. "Keeps making arguments," Elian agreed. Dante held the book. He thought about a Cardiff library. Mathematics books with bright covers. A librarian who wrapped them and handed them over at the door.

I picked up a book by Jim Collins and sat back in my chair, opening random pages to read his wise research findings on the reasons why the mighty fell. Books had always been a great distraction for me, offering an escape route from the reality that was often whirling too fast and sounding too cruel. However, this idea never stopped me from scoffing while I read such books where human beings like myself thought they understood the workings of this universe better than the rest of us to offer advice.

There are as many philosophies in life as there are jellof rice in a Nigerian wedding party. Two of these philosophies have always intrigued me. One being the "Philosophies of Reviews". E. Thade once said, "Reviews are like the mirror that reflects our true self. A man that cannot do his reviews cannot fend for his family". Don't think too much about it, it isn't as "awesome" as you think. Just meet that weirdo guy in that Wattpad book club of yours that is hammering on doing your reviews like...like that carpenter that lives on Drury Lane.

“Alright, let’s just get this over with. What did you have in mind?" Evans tilted his head, giving me that maddeningly thoughtful look he always seemed to have. “I was thinking we could analyze the moral philosophies in the Republic. Plato’s idea of justice, the whole cave allegory thing—it’s a classic." I groaned. “Seriously? That’s been done to death. How about we focus on something more modern, like existentialism? Sartre, Camus… you know, stuff people actually relate to." “Existentialism?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disbelief. “What’s next, Nihilism?" Should we just write ‘nothing matters’ and call it a day?"

He and his late wife would help the poor creatures and have friends in every village. He won two wars before, one against Rosa and the other one against Blackmere. Jimmy was walking in the castle corridors when Ruvyn and Nieven called him, "Jimmy!" He smiled and headed towards them. "You were in the library again?" "Yes." he blushed. "We finally found someone who enjoys reading as much as our King." the Elf chuckled. "It has been a very long time since I last opened one aside from my spellbooks." the Wizard said. The diamond-haired smiled, "There is a philosopher called Plato who said that books give a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

I can’t explain it, but I don’t have to, either, if I don’t bring it up, and I’m not one to ever start conversations. I sniff the paperback—old, musty paper, glue, and Justus—and set it on the pallet. The next book in the pile, Peter Kropotkin’s The Conquest of Bread, has a picture of two men chopping down a tree on the cover. It smells the same. All the books are dog-eared paperbacks with yellowed pages—Walden by Henry David Thoreau, Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, Critique of Practical Reason by Immanuel Kant, several each by Ursula K. Le Guin and N. K. Jemison, and a massive hardback of Plato’s collected works. The Plato is the only one that looks like it hasn’t been read a hundre