READING AT NIGHT

It is later than desired when I start to read at night. Also, harder to read at all, for holding the book in my left hand and the magnifying glass in my right. Most books I open are a bit heavy. So, there’s a tripod of a problem.

Of course, someone, Mr. X, will suggest sitting at a library table in a comfortable straight backed chair, shining a good light on the page, tilting the book an inch or so, placing a large sheet of magnifying glass over the words (or putting the book under a screen in an expensive machine) . . . and saying, go to it.

If that person could find for me such a sheet of magnifying glass as powerful as my little hand-held glass, I would be happy to try it. But such a suggestion does not often carry over into a workable solution. X doesn’t have all the facts, but is quite confident he knows just what will work. I say to him, just wait a few more years, when your eyesight dims, and you’ll learn.

So, it is taking me longer to read Krauthammer’s THINGS THAT MATTER than I would like. Last night it was only one chapter. What tempted me at that late hour—midnight—was his chapter title with the word ‘Hitchcock” in it. Perhaps Krauthammer is also a fan of the director. ♥