F
rom this week's readings:
I would prefer to read something I don't enjoy than do almost anything else. I like the act of reading in itself. Following the line of something — not just the story but the rhythm, the tone, the feel of what has accumulated from before and what is beginning to impend — becoming surefooted on the high-wire of the author's intention.
Discovered in Are You Somebody? The Accidental Memoir of a Dublin Woman by Nuala O'Faolain