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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave This is the book, then , and the book of Shakespeare. And every day you must read a page of each to your child--even though you yourself do not understand what is written down and cannot sound the words properly. You must do this that the child will grow up knowing of what is great---knowing that these tenements of Williamsburg are not the whole world.

This is the book, then , and the book of Shakespeare. And every day you must read a page of each to your child–even though you yourself do not understand what is written down and cannot sound the words properly. You must do this that the child will grow up knowing of what is great—knowing that these tenements of Williamsburg are not the whole world.”Katie: ” The Protestant Bible and Shakespeare.

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