When I am tired, my way of reading returns, across three score years and some, to the pleasure of reading like a child again. When I was a child, each time I fell in love with a poem, I read it again and again until I had it by heart. Then I would go off by myself, whether indoor or outdoor, in order to have the pleasure of chanting it endlessly to myself. I have seen children do that still.
Harold Bloom
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