The Return...

Something has returned in me... I began re-reading The Brothers Karamazov again. I started the re-read before I left for Japan and did a great deal of it on the plane back and forth. The return I speak of is that instant joy and pleasure reading has always produced in me. I lost it briefly when everything became absurd but I have regained it now with more momentum. I want nothing more than to be lost in literature like before.