An Irish novelist colm Toibin once recounted a story about observing a Cantonese man a sitting on a kowloon footpath reading a book
theman face was stren with consentration , and his a finger tracing the line being read .At times the man expression whould be distrurbed in frustration at his progress .Finelly , the reader looked up the sky , while his face baming . Its dose,n matter wether its becuse of a sudden joy with the act of reading or a revelation from what was written or delight at how the story .
The is that he was possession of the something deliciously private a connection between him the real world and the world described upons the Pages.