A job where you read all day can be a pleasure, to be sure, but it can also ruin you. Words cease to be casual, tossed off, and able to be left alone. You are that toddler on a walk, the one who wants to pick up every bit of detritus and gunk and dead insect and dog crap on the sidewalk, asking, “What’s that, what’s that, what’s that?” while a parent with better things to do tries to haul your over-inquisitive butt away.
