Edwin Muir, We Moderns: Enigmas and Guesses
“ In them a far greater problem than any literary problem faces us, the problem, Why does literature exist? What is the meaning of literature?Through whole generations men forget this problem, and literature becomes to them a specialized form of activity to be pursued for its own sake, a part of Man's soul, thrown off and become static and separate, with a sterile life of its own. The more shallow theory and practice of literature then come into being; Realism and Art for Art's sake flourish. But the eternal question always returns again, Why does literature exist? ”
