They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again. You are not surprised when their throats
are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
"Why'd you read then?"
"Partly for pleasure, because it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as if I don't smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has meaning for me, and it becomes part of me."