Is literature wise? In the sense, does it help us to live? And if not, what exactly is it good for?
Quote: Giacomo Leopardi on Works of Literary Genius
Works of [literary] genius have this intrinsic quality, that even when they capture exactly the nothingness of things, or vividly reveal and make us feel life’s inevitable unhappiness, or express the most acute hopelessness… they are always a source of consolation and renewed enthusiasm.