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At even one penny, this book would be overpriced. In fact, free is too expensive, because you'd still waste time by reading it. - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.

At even one penny, this book would be overpriced. In fact, free is too expensive, because you'd still waste time by reading it. - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.

This book is criticized so heavily that even a minimal price like one penny would deem it overpriced. The author expresses strong discontent with the content and quality, suggesting that it lacks any redeeming qualities. The harsh view reflects a belief that no monetary value could justify the investment of time spent reading it.

The sentiment is so strong that the author claims that even obtaining the book for free is a waste, implying the time spent would be better allocated elsewhere. This suggests that the book fails to engage or provide any useful, intellectual, or entertaining value to the reader.

Overall, the evaluation paints a bleak picture of the book's worth, indicating that it offers little more than disappointment. The review communicates a clear warning to potential readers about the futility of reading it, highlighting the importance of quality in literature.

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