There may well seem to be nothing but a conglomeration and huddle of confusion. Poems and novels, histories and memoirs，dictionaries and blue-books; books written in all languages by men and women of all tempers,races ,ages. Where are we to begin？
It is simple enough to say that since books have classes-fiction ， biography，poetry—we should separate them and take from each what it is right that each should give us. Yet few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it should be true, of poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall flattering of history that it shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be an admirable beginning.
Do not dictate to your author; try to become him. Be his fellow-worker and accomplice. If you hang back ,and reserve and criticize at first, you are preventing yourself from getting the fullest possible value from what you read. But if you open your mind as widely as possible, the signs and hints of almost imperceptible fineness, from the twist and turn of the first sentences,will bring you into the presence of a human being unlikely any other. Steep yourself in this ,acquaint yourself with this ,and soon you will find that author is giving you ,or attempting to give you ,something far more definite.
