'let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard Street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only i only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early'

'let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard Street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only i only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early'

The question “What is literature for?” has something rather childlike about it, like “What’s the point of the moon?”
The answer of course is nothing, but it’s the wrong question. The question is: “What does literature do?” And the answer is that it touches your heart. Joy is a rather unfashionable word, now, which is too bad. I would say the answer to that question is, it gives you joy. And thank goodness for that.
David Mitchell