What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

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The American writer Edgar Allan Poe wrote, “What a blessing it is to love books as I love them; to be able to converse with the dead and to live amidst the unreal.” The above quote was taken from his poem, “The Raven.” Poe had a strange imagination that was evident in his works, such as "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" and "The Fall of the House of Usher." He also shared that his imagination had invented ideas which were not entirely real.

Source: The Selected Letters Of Thomas Babington Macaulay

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