Put it down to old age but the one thing I do in bed less and less is sleep (if you thought of something else, you're way ahead of me except in age). Instead, I listen to ABC Radio National, especially my daily nightcap of Late Night Live, or, if my eyes aren't too tired out yet, I read a good book.
Last night I began to read about humanity's greatest solitary diversion by picking up "Reading in Bed", a collection of twenty-two essays that span five centuries. It’s too meaty a work to breeze through in one evening, and so I picked Hermann Hesse's essay "The Magic of the Book" first:
The other twenty-one essays will last me for the next three weeks.
