Literature Enlarges Our Being

C.S. Lewis:

Literature enlarges our being by admitting us to experiences not our own. They may be beautiful, terrible, awe-inspiring, exhilarating, pathetic, comic, or merely piquant. Literature gives the entree to them all. Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom realize the enormous extension of our being that 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 word. In it, we should be suffocated. My own eyes are not enough for me. Even the eyes of all humanity are not enough. Very gladly would I learn what face things present to a mouse or bee.

In reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in a Greek poem, I see with a thousand 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.

In the first place, the majority never read anything twice. The sure mark of an unliterary man is that he considers, ‘I’ve read already’ to a conclusive argument against reading a work. We have all known women who remembered a novel so dimly that they had to stand for half an hour in the library skimming through it before they were certain they once read it. But the moment they became certain, they rejected it immediately, like a burn out match, an old railway ticket, or yesterday’s paper; they already used. Those who read great works, on the other hand, will read the same work, ten, twenty or thirty times during the course of their life.

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  1. Good words from Jack. I’ve never understood people who don’t read a book they like more than once. Don’t they want to meet their friends and have adventures all over again?

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