Sunday morning reading the New York Times. I read this one aloud:
Some Thoughts on the Lost Art of Reading Aloud by Verlyn Klinkenborg
“Reading aloud recaptures the physicality of words. To read with your lungs and diaphragm, with your tongue and lips, is very different than reading with your eyes alone. The language becomes a part of the body, which is why there is always a curious tenderness, almost an erotic quality, in those 18th- and 19th-century literary scenes where a book is being read aloud in mixed company. The words are not mere words. They are the breath and mind, perhaps even the soul, of the person who is reading.”
We use to read aloud to each other remember that sailing book? Lock stock and bookshelf or something was one of the chapters.
I love to read books and when I am really into the book, I have a tendency to start reading aloud. Feels comforting to me somehow and your right. “Reading aloud recaptures the physicality of words.” Thanks for the education and have a great day!