Harold Bloom's book, "How to Read a Book and Why"
suggests some answers to this question. The first answer seems to say it all....................."It Matters"
"Take no advice"
The book suggests that the pleasures of reading are selfish. It notes that you can't improve anyone elses life by reading better or more deeply.
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A lot of stories are not read but just remembered
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My Dad is my own example of that approach. He seemed to tell the same stories over and over and now I remember them perhaps a lot better than if I would have just read them. One time I heard a story about a wolf. I was running with my son in law and told him the story. Being a good scout himself he liked the story. Later he asked me to retell it to the kids. I rememember wishing at the time that I had more of my own story to tell them.
Two wolves live inside me
There is a story about a Navajo Grandfather who once
told his grandson, "Two wolves live inside me. One is
the bad wolf, full of greed and laziness, full of
anger and jealousy and regret. The other is the good
wolf, full of joy and compassion and willingness and a
great love for the world. All the time these two
wolves are fighting inside me."
"But Grandfather," the boy said, "Which wolf will
win?"
The grandfather answered, "The one I feed."
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Reading feeds our wolf
1 comment:
you know how much I love the wolf story :)
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