We all are most selfish people
The critics and professors
As we are not readers exactly
And even if we read, we for purposes,
We are ether for our papers or theses
Or for criticism, but there are
Some true readers who want it not,
They read for pleasure and profit
And try to keep silent
Going page by page,
Where will you such a reader
As they can explain him better
Rather than pragmatic critics?
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