Someone pours their heart and soul out onto the page, and readers come along and absorb the essence of the authors. I picture zombies chomping into leatherbound editions of Brave New World.
Because to read a book, is to become part of a book. Even when the message is hateful to our very natures, words can be subversive and scrawl themselves across our brains. And every once and a while, a word or sentence will escape, and we find ourselves changed against our wills.
It’s like The Eye. When you accept the transplant, something of the original owner comes too.