Saturday, October 04, 2014
Books in Childhood
Graham Greene (1904-1991), Collected Essays (1969; rpt. Harmondsworth: Penguin Books, 1981), p. 13:
Eduard Swoboda (1814-1902), Ein kleiner Bücherwurm
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Perhaps it is only in childhood that books have any deep influence on our lives. In later life we admire, we are entertained, we may modify some views we already hold, but we are more likely to find in books merely a confirmation of what is in our minds already: as in a love affair it is our own features that we see reflected flatteringly back.
But in childhood all books are books of divination, telling us about the future, and like the fortune-teller who sees a long journey in the cards or death by water they influence the future. I suppose that is why books excited us so much. What do we ever get nowadays from reading to equal the excitement and the revelation in those first fourteen years?
