珍珠约翰斯坦贝克观后感合计(2)

literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches - nor is it a game for the cloistered elect, the tinhorn mendicants of low calorie despair.
literature is as old as speech. it grew out of human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed.
the skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. from the beginning, their functions, their duties, their responsibilities have been decreed by our species.
humanity has been passing through a gray and desolate time of confusion. my great predecessor, william faulkner, speaking here, referred to it as a tragedy of universal fear so long sustained that there were no longer problems of the spirit, so that only the human heart in conflict with itself seemed worth writing about.