The best moments in reading are when you come accross something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things–that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met. Maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out and taken yours
I cannot agree more. And, what about when you see in a film a character saying something you’ve thought a milion times but have never been able to translate in words?
I am having these days a long hand to hand chat with Leo Tolstoy. I am reading “War and Peace” for the third time; I am taking notes about it and I assume that a post will follow in a unprecise future.