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Aesthetic Value Emanates From The Struggle Between Texts: In The Reader, In Language, In The Classroom, In Arguments Within A Society. Aesthetic Value Rises Out Of Memory, And So (as Nietzsche Saw) Out Of Pain, The Pain Of Surrendering Easier Pleasures In Favour Of Much More Difficult Ones ... Successful Literary Works Are Achieved Anxieties, Not Releases From Anxieties.

We Read To Find Ourselves, More Fully And More Strangely Than Otherwise We Could Hope To Find.

To Read In The Service Of Any Ideology Is Not, In My Judgment, To Read At All.

In The Finest Critics One Hears The Full Cry Of The Human. They Tell One Why It Matters To Read.

The Most Beautiful Prose Paragraph Yet Written By Any American.