“I can’t believe it!”

I called a German-born OZ lady one evening and when she found out it was me, she kept on repeating “I can't believe it! I can't believe it!”

I asked her, “Why?”

She replied, “I'm holding your book, 'Catharsis...' in my hand that’s why! I've been reading it again. And now you called. I just can't believe it! What a coincidence!”

I could not believe it, either, that she had been reading the book. I had given to her more than two years ago.

I felt rather blithesome that she was still reading my book.

ltbs

If we are imprisoned in ourselves, books provide us with the means to escape. If we have to run away from ourselves, books show us the way back.

Holbrook Hobson

Dedicated in friendship to Helmut & Magdalena Drobbe, Melbourne, Australia