Umberto EcoBut the purpose of a story is to teach and to please at once, and what it teaches is how to recognize the snares of the world.
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A story teaches us how to recognize the snares of the world. We learn from stories what is good and bad, what is right and wrong. We learn from stories about people who have been able to overcome the impossible. It’s not enough to read a book or watch a movie without engaging our emotions. In order to get a full experience, we need to allow ourselves to be emotionally invested in the story.
Source: The Island Of The Day Before
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