Many people are familiar with The Autobigraphy of Benvenuto Cellini--it is republished every time there is a new set of the classics of western literature. My parents had a copy of it, but I didn't read it. I read some of the other "classics", but not that one. As a young woman, I bought a copy of it--but I didn't read it. I eventually gave it away. When my daughter, now grown, was in school, I bought a copy of it again, in case she wanted to read it--she didn't. I have recently come into possession of yet another copy, but I haven't read it--yet.
Considering how often the book has been published, it is surely very little read, despite the good intentions of those who mean to read it--some day. We might form an un-book club, and perhaps even read the thing one day. Or we might save The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini to challenge those who claim the ability to read through osmosis, psychic power, or other forms of mystic divination. If no one has read it, no one could give them the answers--through the ectoplasm, or with cell phone vibrations, or the like.
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