The flood of print has turned reading into a process of gulping rather than savoring.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
We don't know where print is going.
To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I'm scared about how sappy this'll look in print, saying this.
I've not chosen to learn to read print. I can read simple words but it's so tedious.
But, right now, the situation is that almost all of my writing is out of print.
The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.
We are the children of a technological age. We have found streamlined ways of doing much of our routine work. Printing is no longer the only way of reproducing books. Reading them, however, has not changed.
I read hugely as a child, but I slowed up when the print got smaller. I am a very slow reader. I don't know why. Maybe it is like some people chewing their food for ages and some wolfing it down.
Every single pleasure I can imagine or have experienced is more delightful, more of a pleasure, if you take it in small sips, if you take your time. Reading is not an exception.