Here the phenomenologist has nothing in common with the literary critic who, as has frequently been noted, judges a work that he could not create and… - Gaston Bachelard

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Here the phenomenologist has nothing in common with the literary critic who, as has frequently been noted, judges a work that he could not create and, if we are to believe certain facile condemnations, would not want to create. A literary critic is a reader who is necessarily severe. By turning inside out like a glove an overworked complex that has become debased to the point of being part of the vocabulary of statesmen, we might say that the literary critic and the professor of rhetoric, who know-all and judge-all, readily go in for a simplex of superiority. As for me, being an addict of felicitous reading, I only read and re-read what I like, with a bit of reader's pride mixed in with much enthusiasm.

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About Gaston Bachelard

Gaston Bachelard (June 27, 1884 – October 16, 1962) was a French philosopher of science and literary critic.

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Alternative Names: G. Bachelard

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