Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I sat across from him, rigid with resentment at what I considered impertinence. But I knew before long that I had misjudged him. He had not been impertinent, he would never in any situation be impertinent, or anything except himself. But I couldn't know that at first. So I sat straight and stiff in the absurdity of offended dignity.