Great writings have in them "that indescribable inequality, stir, and final expressiveness which belong to life and to life alone," so observes VW in "The Modern Essays" (E4: 221).
Likening reading books to meeting people, she continues to add:
You have not finished with it because you have read it, any more than
friendship is ended because it is time to part. Life wells up and alters and
adds. Even things in a book-case change if they are alive; we find ourselves
wanting to meet them again; we find them altered. So we look back upon essay
after essay by Mr Beerbohm, knowing that, come September or May, we shall sit
down with them and talk. (E4: 221)
Good texts betray no one.
Indeed.
每當我萬念俱灰，找不到力量向前，
花一個下午讀書，讀有想像力的書，
美好的文字與真切的關懷
總會適時地出現在晦澀枯燥的理論批評之間。
生命的悸動就從薄薄的書頁透出，直逼而來。
謝謝所有我深愛的好作家，
你們從未令我失望。
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