Perhaps this generation is the last generation that once tasted the sweetness of solitude with the book, and the pleasure of closing a door from which nothing from the world penetrates to the reader, to be unique in his ear, the voice of the writer broadcast his text word after word, purely for him, without breaking into this precious private session A rude notice from a social networking site that is often able to distract the reader from the book, distract the writer from the reader, and completely prepare for any opportunity to acquire real knowledge. As a reader, the Paris dialogues have been and continue to erect these walls around me with unparalleled smoothness, perhaps the biggest reason for this is that they open a door for me to another time. Suddenly, everything that has to do with the chaos of the present moment, its shallowness, and the followers of its people like herds disappears from every louder voice, light that flashes, or an idea that is sold to us or thrown at us. Suddenly, all of this disappears, and one voice begins to speak, leisurely, quietly, trying to present an idea rather than to be tempted by it, intending for a reader to understand and know it, rather than for an advertiser to pay attention to its attractiveness. Suddenly the browser turns into a reader...... Compiler