Thoreau's Walden is a wonderful land. Its natural environment breeds all creatures and shields any of disturbance from the outer world. Living there is like an experience of self-training, becoming independent and bestowed with power of survival. And Cervantes' Don Quixote is a spirit of absurd yet full of memorization in freedom, though old school and ironic, it never stays back and paves the way for the brand-new pursuit.
A book is a life. A bunch of books is a society. Ripples of waves weave the ocean of wit. In that ocean anyone can be an erudite so long as he wants. The point is if he could be strong willed to resist temptation, drill perfection and realize self-discipline. Not a way to the success is built initially successfully, instead, it often comes up with steeps, cliffs, ravines, rivers and deserts. After viewing grand landscape, overcoming thistles and thorns, the door to the treasure is not far away.