I have often wondered how anyone who does not read, by which I mean daily, having some book going all the time, can make it through life. . . Indeed if I were required to make a sharp division in the very nature of people, I would be tempted to make it there: readers and nonreaders of books.
The line between experience and reading often becomes blurry. Reading is experience. A biography of any literary person ought to deal at length and in detail with what he read and when, for in some sense we are what we read.