To continue with what was from a day ago, with the exception of being able to provide a summary to what has been said- for
it is not one of my objectives to be repetitive in my lectures, something that has been due to force of habit, do listen and absorb completely, gentlemen.
My
personal experiences have led me on an imaginative quest sans a single dull moment with Emilio Salgari, Jules Vernes, Horacio Quiroga, Enid Blyton, and many more authors throughout my
life which has been appropriated to Imagination, and even going as far as to say that I have always found it a necessity: for me to seek refuge in a good book which will find me lost in its contents for the days that come after the first of its pages. Even today, the marvel which is called the Internet, brings me prime materials to read, but I am sorry to admit that I still prefer the printed matter in my two hands, for this you can treasure, preserve, and physically return to for another visit. There are questions that arise from this that contradict the foremost intent of this lecture though their foundations may be found to be inconclusive bases for these queries. I possess the vision of the many nights spent at home, though I could be elsewhere, I still would choose not to venture out, and instead, I would open a book, and devour it entirely, and the lot of you should do the same, as exercises in personal reverie.
An entire book becomes a complete experience of life, we feel, we revel in in our knowing of situations and sentiments that we would otherwise have no knowledge of, know nothing about, totally transported into another world/ other worlds, but for the fact that we can not record this venturing into the hyperreal, for those moments we escape the intermitent voracity of this predator modern life.