It took two weeks. Somewhere near the end of that many days, I experienced a much less dramatic form of St. Paul of Tarsus’s epiphany. No flash of light or brilliant insight. I simply felt, at last, that I was home again, returned to my former reading self. The pace of my reading now matched the pace of action in the book. I slowed down or speeded up with it. I no longer imposed upon Hesse’s words and clause-lined sentences either the speed or the spasmodic quality of attention that I had unconsciously grown accustomed to in my online reading style.
