The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle...
The pale organisms of literary heroes feeding under the author's supervision swell gradually with the reader's lifeblood; so that the genius of a writer consists in giving them the faculty to adapt themselves to that - not very appetizing - food and thrive on it, sometimes for centuries.
I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.