“My buddy Fairfax—he can sit down for hours just tearing through pages. Doesn’t even need to take a note. It’s just all there in that weird head of his. I can’t do that. I try to pick up a book, and after maybe five or six minutes, I’m thinking about something else—what they’re gonna serve for dinner, or that my leg itches, or that I left a lamp lit somewhere. And I’m slow,”
