Lend me your eyes

“My own eyes are not enough for me; I will see through those of others.”
C.S. Lewis


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.


Enlarging windows

Why do we read?

The nearest I have yet got to answer is that we seek an enlargement of our being. We want to be more than ourselves. Each of us by nature sees the whole world from one point of view with a perspective and a selectiveness peculiar to himself…

We want to see with other eyes, to imagine with other imaginations, to feel with other hearts, as well as with our own… We demand windows.

C.S. Lewis