I am sitting and reading…there are many people in the hall, but one doesn’t feel them. They are in their books. Sometimes they move in the pages, like people who are sleeping and who turn over between two dreams. Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading. Why are they not always so? You can go up to one and touch him gently; he feels nothing. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
