This is nourishing, redemptive we become less alone inside.

The line frames art—especially serious fiction—as a kind of emotional and moral sustenance. “Nourishing” suggests that certain writing feeds inner life rather than merely entertaining; “redemptive” implies it can rescue readers from despair, solipsism, or numbness. The closing claim, “we become less alone inside,” points to Wallace’s recurring concern that modern consciousness can feel sealed off from others, and that literature’s special power is to let one mind genuinely encounter another. In this view, the value of reading is not status or information but communion: recognition that private fears and longings are shared, and that attention to another’s interiority can enlarge one’s own.