There's a way you read when you travel; it is, in itself, a kind of transport, the purity with which you pay attention. You never read like that at home. In fact, as the years have gone by and with them a dozen other trips, it has occurred to me that reading, all on its own, may well be the best reason to travel.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
David Gilmour in "My Life with Tolstoy" (July/August 2006, The Walrus):
Posted by Isabella Kratynski at 11:05 am