I don't know what's more tragic, knowing how to read and choosing not to, or not knowing how to read and refusing to learn.

Patricia Goldbach
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Personally, I think it’s far more tragic to not know how to read and refuse to find out. This is because there are so many things in life that you can’t know without being able to read. Being unable to read is a tragic waste of a natural gift.

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