It’s called Literature Night, which at first might not sound too terribly appealing. The name evokes images of half-asleep people in cardigans listening to someone read from a classical novel, an excerpt followed by awkward silence in which no one knows just what to say and then one person – the man or woman who is always the first to say something – finds relevence by drawing out the same theme he or she draws from absolutely everything. Eyes furtively roll. There might be a cat curled up in somebody’s lap.
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