“No, no I don’t read.”
“Aye, you don’t, but then why don’t you?” asked she
Screwing his nose which contorted his small face further he said “You see, it was a wasted effort”
“Hmmmm” she replied in a quiescent manner, barely audible as if speaking from deep sleep. “then how do you learn?”
A defiant smile spread across his face “I have been under the tutelage of plenty, but now I belong to the cosmos. It nourishes and teaches.”
“And how does it reach out to you?” she asked with her eyes appearing to be bigger than they were
“It doesn’t” he responded. “ I spread out my wings as much as possible and soak up all its anomalies and conundrums.”
Trying to understand the recalcitrant attitude, putting meaning to his words, she paused for a brief moment and then spluttered “but does it suffice as a surrogate for the written word?”
To which he replied guffawing “and who wrote the written word?”
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