Reading Plutarch, he lost awareness of the gap in time that divided them—much bigger than the gap between Montaigne and us. It does not matter, he wrote, whether a person one loves has been dead for fifteen hundred years or, like his own father at the time, eighteen years. Both are equally remote; both are equally close. Montaigne’s merging of favorite authors with his own father says a lot about how he read: he took up books as if they were people, and welcomed them into his family.
- Sarah Bakewell, How to Live: A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer
- Sarah Bakewell, How to Live: A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer
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