Katherine Nace

Well, in reference to myself, I have a few things to say. I rather enjoy contemplating the hypocrisies and mysteries of life (which is a peculiar thing all by itself)...and I find that literature sheds great light on the rather nasty side of humanity(which I'm so apt to ponder), the side that we like to shove in a corner, obscure in shadow, and pretend not to exist. Fortunately, writing empowers the individual to say what he would never dare to utter in public: to criticize, analyze, and condemn. It acts as the confessional screen, hiding the face but allowing the sins to be announced nevertheless. Conversely, literature does a wonderful job of illuminating the praiseworthy aspects of this life: the way shafts of wheat sway in the wind, the tilt of a lover's smile, the embrace of a long lost friend, the inward glow of a gentle spirit, and the manifestation of familial love, etcetera. Actually, C. S. Lewis sums it up quite nicely. "Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become"...But, bringing my ramblings to a close and returning to the bibliography, I am a collegiate debater, an avid reader, an enthralled student, a singer, a lover of learning, an appreciator of enlightened thought, and an overjoyed writer writer...the end.