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I have a small and untidy library, the bodies of books lying on the floor, like masses of dead people.
My wife argues with me that I have to arrange my library myself, because I am from the people of Mecca, and the people of Mecca know its paths.
My wife loves to arrange, and thinks that the library is a guesthouse. Women are like that, they have an innate craving for beauty, they take care of everything, so kohl in their eyes has a law and a standard.
I told her that the world of books is a chaotic world, and it's rebellion on the ground is one of the secrets of it's beauty, its arrangement kills it's soul, and disturbs it's mood.
Every book you put him back thinks you left his friendship, and betrayed him like a lover, and then left it's link.
I admit that my library is not beautiful, but this is not wrong with it, as it is clean in heart, and honest in tongue.
Isn't this beauty enough?
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