“Those of us who have been true readers all our life …

“Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom fully realize the enormous extension of our being which we owe to authors. We realize it best when we talk with an unliterary friend. He may be full of goodness and good sense but he inhabits a tiny world. In it, we should be suffocated. The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others. Reality, even seen through the eyes of many, is not enough. I will see what others have invented . . .

Reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.”

– C.S. Lewis, An Experiment in Criticism

Posted in parallel with Words for the WeekendRead. Read. Read. Read everything. (Then Write.) – Vol. 25

4 thoughts on ““Those of us who have been true readers all our life …

    1. My husband is not a huge reader either, though granted he reads more since marrying me. I think most of that love for reading–that passion–is instilled in childhood.

      We have it and know the worlds it opens to us. But others who don’t can be just as happy, I think. Ignorance, bliss, yada yada. But once you have it, it’s a part of your DNA forever. (You’ll like the weekend volume a lot!)


    1. Me too!
      Actually what I started doing with magazines was ripping out the articles I wanted to read/keep… I keep them in a 3 ring binder in little plastic sheet protectors and then I can read the ones I like, but am saving a ton of space by tossing out the rest.

      Oh and books, I’ll either keep, or I’ll take a photo of the page I like, or of course I’ll transcribe the passages that move me.


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