“Procrastination had always seemed to Waxworth an obvious cognitive failure, either an inability to measure the passage of time or an overvaluing of the present relative to the future. Something more than the daily churn or the pressure of print kept him from this work. Strange thoughts distracted him whenever he sat down to it. He thought about Margo Doyle’s question: Haven’t you ever been transported by your wife? He couldn’t precisely remember his answer, which was something about poetry, about feeling one thing while knowing another, stuff he didn’t believe at all. She’d gotten”