One liners . . . plus a couple of extra lines. Watching an introductory video of a Coursera Literature Class hoping to rekindle my love of reading fiction.
I liked what the professor had to say about the study of literature – essentially it wouldn’t get anyone a “job”, teach a trade but it ultimately was about understanding the human condition and how we relate to one another. He tells his students who ask him what the “work load” for the semester will be that it should be considered a “pleasure load”. Reading is a pleasure.
Now the wonderful part about my having a liberal arts education was it prepared me to think – analyze and synthesize information.
The horrible part was that the English lit department of the school I attended was so skewed to the analysis of literature it literally killed my enjoyment of reading. Since graduating I can count the number of books of fiction I’ve read on one hand. I am a voracious reader . . . but it’s all non-fiction.
Perhaps because of what he said, perhaps because of how he looked . . . . . . the professor captured my imagination. I “drew” him as I listened using one continuous line each time (well, I might have thrown in an extra line by lifting my pencil and starting again . . .).