Secondly, he didn't want to speak to me. It was his producer's idea. Being the consummate professional I expunged from our subsequent cordial conversation any references to the fact that he was a wanker and that he should go and get stuffed. There is no profit in that mode of the relating. If you think about the contexts in which books are read, then you get an idea of their purpose.
Some books are sufficiently soporific as to be perfect at bed-time.
They drone until you drowse. Some books are so thrilling that you can't put them down. These are called thrillers and do not suit commuters because they tend to miss their tram stop. My book, Revenge , available at good bookstores everywhere and hopefully a lot of dead-ordinary ones, too, is a collection of short pieces, some of which have appeared in this paper, and suits the needs of commuters, insomniacs and the hard of hearing. To enjoy its effect to the fullest, however, it should be read on the toilet.