“Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality. There are mass emotions that heal the wound; but they destroy the privilege. But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.”
“I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards–their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble–the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, ‘Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.'”
I got these quotes from a saucy book called Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World by Lisa Bloom. Unfortunately, Dr. Phil provides the cover blurb. (What was she thinking?) Yet the book is a testament to the idea that our society’s fixation on celebrity culture and dismissal of brains guarantee a mindless, gullible populace and the ultimate descent of our civilization.
So the next time you see someone reading In Touch or Us or People, give a rebel yell and rip the nasty pages into confetti.
I have been neglecting this blog like crazy, but here is my conscious coupling statement: “Bloggie, I’m so sorry. I know you are lonely. I’ve missed you. I promise to connect with you every single day. Let’s draw a bubble bath and bring the romance back!”
The main text this month: Don Quixote by Cervantes.
Yes, it is Cervantes who will save our asses one adventure at a time. So please follow along.