Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom fully
realize the enormous extension of our being, which we owe to authors…In reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with myriad 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.
(C.S. Lewis)
