Följande är ett utdrag ur den bok jag läser för tillfälet(GK Chesterton: Heretics)
"The supreme adventure is being born. There we do walk suddenly into a splendid and startling trap. There we do see something of which we have not dreamed before. Our father and mother do lie in wait for us and leap out on us, like brigands from a bush. Our uncle is a surprise. Our aunt is, in the beautiful common expression, a bolt from the blue. When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is uncalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world wich could do without us, into a world we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy tale."
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