But in the end, in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean Im told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society… but in the end one knows one is alone, that one lives at the heart of a solitude. – Harold Bloom
People cannot stand the saddest truth I know about the very nature of reading and writing imaginative literature, which is that poetry does not teach us how to talk to other people: it teaches us how to talk to ourselves. What I – Harold Bloom
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