Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or inte — Harold Brodkey
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Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or intense) exposure of one mind to another.

— Harold Brodkey
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