"Literature was born not the day when a boy crying wolf, wolf came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels: literature was born on the day when a boy came crying wolf, wolf and there was no wolf behind him. That the poor little fellow because he lied too often was finally eaten up by a real beast is quite incidental. But here is what is important. Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature."
Nabokov, who else.
(também woolf disse porque ler e como, twain disse os vários tipos de leitor, h. miller como ler, para não mencionar os canónicos manguel e bloom)
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Monday, December 23, 2013
'literature was born' ('a shimmering go-between'), Pedro e o Lobo
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Ana V.
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11:10 AM
TAGS Bloom, Manguel, Mark Twain, Nabokov, Virginia Woolf
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