<spanstyle='text-align:center;display:block'>OnNotWinningtheNobelPrize(Excerpt)</span><spanstyle='text-align:center;display:block'>ByDorisLessing</span>Wehaveatreasure-houseofliterature,goingbacktotheEgyptians,theGreeks,theRomans.Itisallthere.Thiswealthofliterature,tobediscoveredagainandagainbywhoeverisluckyenoughtocomeuponit.Atreasure.Supposeitdidnotexist.Howimpoverished,howemptywewouldbe.<br/>Weownalegacyoflanguages,poems,histories,anditisnotonethatwilleverbeexhausted.Itisthere,always.<br/>Wehaveabequestofstories.talesfromtheoldstorytellers,someofwhosenamesweknow,butsomenotThestorytellersgobackandback,toaclearingintheforestwhereagreatfireburns,andtheoldshamansdanceandsing,forourheritageofstoriesbeganinfire,magic,thespiritworld.Andthatiswhereitisheld,today.<br/>Thestorytellerisdeepinsideeveryoneofus.Thestory-makeralwayswithus.Letussupposeourworldisravagedbywar,bythehorrorsthatweallofuseasilyimagine.Letussupposefloodswashthroughourcities,theseasrise.Butthestorytellerwillbethere,foritisourimaginationswhichshapesus,keepus,createus-forgoodandforill.Itisourstoriesthatwillrecreateus,whenwearetorn,hurtevendestroyed.Itisthestoryteller,thedream-maker,themyth-maker,thatisourphoenix,whichrepresentsusatourbest,andatourmostcreative.