- Iris Murdoch, “Literature and Philosophy,” 7
And I know what the look means because I feel it myself—recognition. The pleasure of recognition, of a bit of rescue-work, so to speak, rescuing the formless into form. Another bit of chaos rescued and “named.” Do you know how you smile when I “name” something? It’s as if you’d just saved someone from drowning. And I know the feeling. It’s joy.
- Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook, 440