Don't look at me, that's misleading. If you want to know what I'm like, wait until we're in a tunnel, and then study my reflection in the window. You wait, and look, and catch a face against a shifting background of sooty walls, cables and sudden brickwork. The transparent shape flickers and jumps, always a few feet away. I'm not surpirsed some people prefer books.
Books make sense of life.
Now, I'd like to switch gears a little bit and provide some exerpts from another favorite novel of mine, A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean. This is another truly wonderful story, told with such simplistic eloquence. It leaves me feeling very peaceful and composed. I could find words but not sentences they could fit. So it is,' he said, using an old homiletic transition, 'that we can seldom help anybody.