I began seeing myself as I once was, that is, a reader, nothing more perfect and pure, I felt, than a reader, especially a serious reader because a serious reader was the most immaculate creature on earth, and by serious reader I meant a reader with romantic sensibilities, one who approached books with hope in their hearts and no concern at all for schools or disciplines, the serious reader seizing each book with wide-eyed possibility because serious readers, I felt, were utopians and every book an attempt at transcending oneself.
