I will read long books and the journals of dead writers. I will feel closer to them than I ever felt to people I used to know before I withdrew from the world. It will be sweet and cool this friendship of mine with dead poets, for I wonβt have to touch them or answer their questions. They will talk to me and not expect me to answer. And Iβll get sleepy listening to their voices explaining the mysteries to me. Iβll fall asleep with the book still in my fingers, and it will rain.