I was considering how I could organize my day, so I could be more productive. After much consideration I have realized that a lot of my time is spent reading (writing does not come close to it).
I want to engage in other activities but it would mean that I would have to spend less time reading. The horror! Nothing could have been worse – except maybe you pull out my eyes or something equally dramatic. The idea of cutting down reading does not appeal to me.
The wind blows east to west, and the leaves scatter abroad.
I cuddle with a book whenever I’m bored.
The habit of reading is one of the greatest resources of mankind… There are of course no friends like living, breathing, corporeal men and women; my devotion to reading has never made me a recluse. How could it? Books are of the people, by the people, for the people. Literature is the immortal part of history; it is the best and most enduring part of personality. But book-friends have this advantage over living friends; you can enjoy the most truly aristocratic society in the world whenever you want it. The great dead are beyond our physical reach, and the great living are usually almost as inaccessible; as for our personal friends and acquaintances, we cannot always see them. Perchance they are asleep, or away on a journey. But in a private library, you can at any moment converse with Socrates or Shakespeare or Carlyle or Dumas or Dickens or Shaw or Barrie or Galsworthy. And there is no doubt that in these books you see these men at their best. They wrote for you. They “laid themselves out,” they did their ultimate best to entertain you, to make a favorable impression. You are necessary to them as an audience is to an actor; only instead of seeing them masked, you look into their innermost heart of heart.William Lyon Phelps – 1933
I know I have to be conscious of the amount of time I spend reading. It plays a major role in my novel life of procrastination. I hope to find a balance but I’m not sure how I’d manage.💔
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