However, the idea that I read a book to get some moral lesson out of it is absurd. I read a book for entertainment. Stannis Baratheon is boring as hell. Tywin Lannister is far more entertaining.

In a nutshell, why do I read a book or watch a movie? For emotional gratification.

And it gives me more emotional gratification when William Munney blows away Little Bill at the end of Unforgiven, than when Rand shows admirable self control after gettting slapped in the face by an old bag with cheap jewelry in her hair.