Emily Dickinson wrote of
reading:
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There is no frigate like a
book
To take us lands
away,
Nor any coursers like a
page
Of prancing poetry.
This
traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of
toil;
How frugal is the
chariot
That bears a human
soul!
Indeed, when one is in
solitude and reading a pleasurable literary work, there is a transport into the pages of
that book where one is immersed in the scene traversing time and place to that of the
work. It is as though one dives between the lines of ink; there an imaginary life
begins and ends with the narrative. And, when a novel is finished, the reader almost
feels as though she has parted with a friend.
Whatever
happens around the reader thus transported in solitude is of no import; in fact, one is
startled if a phone rings or another reminder of the real world intrudes. Certainly,
reading for pleasure is a great escape from the cares of the
quotidian.
If reading a speech in solitude, the reader can
clearly "hear" in the mind the speaker; she can pause and ponder the import, techniques,
etc., of the speaker's words without distraction. Always in solitude there is room for
the mind to travel down avenues of thinking and return without getting
lost.
Reading in solitude is actually a paradox, for as
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, "I am not solitary while I read..., though nobody is with
me." But, the difference is that the reader chooses her select company
herself!
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