Get Lost in a Book

Walking by a passing paragraph my attention was caught by the particularly goodsyntax of the construction of the world, but I soon forgot that and immersed myself in the fluid depiction of sky flowing past the speeding train and there I was, in the carriage myselfas I walked by the side of the river in the sunshine that would leave me red later but didn’t set off any alarms at the time because it was a cloudy day outside the train window and yet when the conductor called for tickets, I confes...