The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work. Robert Frost
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances.

But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work. The best thing about writing is you can say anything you want to say but it's how you say it that matters most. You can say it in a complicated way or in a simple way, but that's what makes it work.

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