As I get older, I realize that I do not enjoy the act of reading. I enjoy some of the things I read, but reading itself is not a pleasure to me. I am not sure why this is this case, since for others it seems not to be. There are many things that I would be happy to have read, but which I will never read simply because the act would be so unpleasant or difficult. I regret somewhat that I will never be such a person who has read such and such works, but I am not a glutton for text. I read when I am hungry, and my appetites are (perhaps pathetically) dainty.