They were pretty tired by now of course; but not what Iād call bitterly tired ā only slow and feeling very dreamy and tired as one does when one is coming to the end of a long day in the open.
C. S. LewisBut in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.
C. S. Lewis