So I started reading The Alchemist yesterday. I had planned on reading it in one sitting, but things come up, as they tend to do. I was able to read about a third of the book, and tonight another third. So I’m just about done. There is a part that I would like to share because it makes me think about so many things.
But the sheep had taught him something even more important: that there was a language in the world that everyone understood, a language the boy had used throughout the time that he was trying to improve things at the shop. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired. Tangier was no longer a strange city, and he felt that, just as he had conquered this place, he could conquer the world.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
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