Llubià_The Joy of Books
Morris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hoped. His stories were usually narrated projecting the love he felt for all the books he had read, and also pouring all the knowledge he had because of them. He would wake up everyday to a defferent story and tried to make each of his days as diffrent to the previous one as he could so that he felt like any of his literary heroes. If everyone lived the same way as our reader friend, everything would be easier, but it is not the case. He deals with ignorance everyday but has to keep a straight face when he encounters it to avoid problems -or even confrontations-, since the uncultured ones tend to solve issues with violence instead of their mentality. This is exactly what our Morris' city major want things to be like. This way, he could contr...