One reads alone, even in another's presence. - Italo Calvino

Today each of you is the object of the other's reading, each reads in the other the unwritten story. Tomorrow, Reader and Other Reader, if you are together, if you lie down in the same bed like a settled couple, each will turn on the lamp at the side of the bed and sink into his or her book; two parallel readings will accompany the approach of sleep; first you, then you will turn out the light; returning from separated universes, you will find each other fleetingly in the darkness, where all separations are erased, before divergent dreams draw you again, one to one side, and one to the other. But do not wax ironic on this prospect of conjugal harmony: what happier image of a couple could you set against it?

"The universe will express itself as long as somebody will be able to say, "I read, therefore it writes.

You're the absolute protagonist of this book, very well; but do you believe that gives you the right to have carnal relations with all the female characters?