Ross Gay opens The Book of Delights with:
"It
didn’t take me long to learn that the discipline or practice of writing
these essays occasioned a kind of delight radar. Or maybe it was more
like the development of a delight muscle. Something that implies that
the more you study delight, the more delight there is to study. A month
or two into this project delights were calling to me: Write about me!
Write about me! Because it is rude not to acknowledge your delights, I’d
tell them that though they might not become essayettes, they were still
important, and I was grateful to them. Which is to say, I felt my life
to be more full of delight. Not without sorrow or fear or pain or loss.
But more full of delight. I also learned this year that my delight
grows—much like love and joy—when I share it."
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