Seeing with a thousand eyes

In reading great literature I become a thousand people 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.
This, as far as I can see, is the specific value or good of literature…
it admits us to experiences other than our own…
My own eyes are not enough for me. I will see through those of others.



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