I was in a line at a supermarket today. It wasn’t really a line, more like a elderly couple in front of me, who didn’t want to say goodbye to the cashier. It was one thing after another really, so I settled in, took out my spanking new plastic British ten pound note and perused it from top to bottom and left to right, looking for some way to kill the boredom and having that feeling of ‘wasting time’. But I wasn’t really. We’re not really wasting time ever.
I was looking for illuminati stuff, occult symbolism, or something, anything, in desperation, and then I saw…in the monetary literature, a wording…
‘I declare after all, there is no enjoyment like reading,’
The words/quote may have been out of the mouth of a lying deceitful character who has never read a book in her life and just wanted to get into Darcy’s knickers but the way I look at it is, it’s still true, there is no enjoyment like reading.