One of the prize moments of reading: finding a kindred soul!
Here’s a quote I stumbled upon that says this even better:
“The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.”
~ The History Boys, Alan Bennett
And here’s the particular passage that proves I’m not alone in my quirkiness:
Years of good health had made him less slight, and though he still had trouble with his coordination it showed up mainly in minor things nowadays, like an inability to coordinate his hat, his wallet, his theater tickets and his change without making his wife stop and wait for him, or a tendency to push heavily against doors marked “Pull.”
I’m loving Richard Yates’ Eleven Kinds of Loneliness. That is, if one can truly feel love for all the range of loneliness possible under the sun.