"Whenever I take up a book, and begin to read it…I realize that what I hold in my hands is no longer just an object, or even simply a living thing.
I am aware of a rational being, of a consciousness; the consciousness of another, no different from the one I automatically assume in every human being I encounter,
except that in this case the consciousness is open to me, welcomes me, lets me look deep inside itself, and even allows me, with unheard-of license, to think what it thinks and feel what it feels. "
Georges Poulet, “Phenomenology of Reading”
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