I know no pleasure like that of books, yet I read very little. Books are the entryway to dreams, but people at ease in life don’t need such introduction to enter into conversation with dreams. I could never read a book and give myself over to it; always, with each step, the commentary of my intellect or my imagination interrupts the narrative sequence. After some minutes I am the one who writes and the writing is nowhere to be seen.

Bernardo Soares, Assistant Bookkeeper in the City of Lisbon