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“Mi padre me dijo que leyera mucho ante todo. Sobretodo que viera en la lectura no una oblicación sino un goce. Creo que la frase lectura obligatoria es un contrasentido. La lectura no debe ser obligatoria. Podemos hablar de placer obligatorio. ¿Y por qué? El placer no es algo obligatorio; es algo que buscamos. ¿Felicidad obligatoria? La felicidad la buscamos también. Pues bien, yo he sido profesor de literatura inglesa durante veinte años en la facultad de Filosofía y Letras en la universidad de Buenos Aires y siempre les aconsejé a mis estudiantes: Si un libro les aburre, déjenlo. No lo lean por que es famoso. No lean un libro porque es moderno. No lean un libro porque es antiguo. Si un libro es tedioso para ustedes, déjenlo aunque ese libro sea "El Paraíso Perdido" o "El Quijote". Si un libro es tedioso seguro ese libro no fue escrito para ustedes. La lectura debe ser una forma de felicidad...”

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Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

Jorge Luis Borges was an Argentine writer, poet, and literary critic. His works are known for their unique fantasy and philosophical thinking, which have had a profound impact on 20th-century literature. more

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