As Oscar Wilde once said "“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
I cannot vouch for his claim, having never learned to read. The truth of the matter is that I have no firm grasp as to the identity of this Oscar Wilde (he sounds like the kind of man who you would want behind you in a pinch) or the meaning of the above quotation. I assume a consanguineal relationship with the inveterate rose-breeder and prominent Baconian theorist of the works of Shakespeare, James Plaisted Wilde.
I can't even the read the words that I have written above these equally incomprehensible words., which are product of me striking at random a block of peculiarly formed characters that have been arranged in misaligned rows within the framework of a larger rectangular block. Frankly this whole affair vexes me.