Why, it might be asked, does literature have to have a business at all? Is it not sufficient that it give pleasure, convey information, widen experience, provide flashes of insight? One reads the world’s finest novels, plays, poems, and in time one becomes a more cultivated person, which means somehow more refined, subtler, deeper, possibly even—though this might be pushing it—better. You are what you read; and culture, like heredity and cheap paint, rubs off.
~ Joseph Epstein, A Literary Education and Other Essays. Axios Press.
Notes: Image Source – Distant Passion
Reblogged this on On the Homefront and commented:
I deeply and with all my essence believe this…………
Thanks for sharing LouAnn
Passion for passion’s sake! 🙂 Love it, thanks for sharing.
There you have it Maureen!
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Literature is Fun Too!!! Exercise Your Imagination :-))
Yes. Thank you for sharing.
Umm I don’t know what do we become after reading a book, a novel or a poem but I do know one thing and that is that we are never the same when we are done reading. He is so right… And I really like the picture.
Yes. Yes. Yes Sonia. Welcome back.
Thank you David 🙂
I do like this…your words speak loudly on those whispers on the wind…
Take Care…you Matter…
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maryrose
Love the words and whispers on the wind…Thank you!
and i so love ‘go, dog, go!’, especially the surprise dog party up in the tree in the end. what does that say about me?
Wow. I let that one go! 🙂
I wish heredity rubbed off.
Laughing!