A musing, a thought, an idea, brought to you by Allesandro and his wonderfully powerful and opinionated mind:
"Perhaps he was a fool, but he thought that if a work were truly great you would only have to read it once and you would be stolen from yourself, deperately moved, changed forever. It would become part of you and never leave, and you would love the characters as if they were your own. Who would want to plow over ground that has been perfectly plowed? Would it not be, like living one's life over again, infinitely painful and dissonant?"
We agree, and then we disagree. We love the words, we adore the poetry of it all, but then, we read books again and again to hang out with our friends again, and we watch movies over and over, to relax with our friends again.