We have two ears and only one tongue in order that we can hear more and speak less. So, lend me your ears. One day, at the witching hour, as I was reading a book of literature, particularly Paradise lost, an epic written by John Milton, the book whisperingly uttered some words," Haven't you any idea what the similarity between your blood and me is?"
The book stroke terror into my heart to such that an extent that I've almost spent myself a penny. Then I let out a scream of terror," Oh! The book is speaking, the book is speaking." Then the book said, "Hush! Come down! Answer me." Then I said, "Oh my goodness! For heavens' sake, please tell me what the similarity is!?" then the book said, "We both run through the arteries and veins of your heart and through the heart of the language that you are studying."