“The only critic who helps me, is the man who will show me unsuspected connections, secret paths of thought, who will teach me how to extend my view, how I may pass quietly from the known to the unknown; who will show me that stars and flowers have voices, and that running water has a quiet spirit of its own; this is the interpreter and guide whom I would welcome, even if he only knows a little more than myself; but if my guide is infallible and disdainful, if he denies what I cannot see and derides what he has never felt, who ravages the regions where he has never been, then I feel that I have but one more enemy, in a place where I am beset with foes.” -Arthur Benson.
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