“When they get closer to the overpass, it becomes a lost cause trying to drive at all, the thrashers are so thick and numerous. It’s like putting on crampons and trying to walk through a room full of puppies.”—Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson.
I read books. Not because I particularly like reading, and not because I particularly want to be the kind of person who likes reading. I just want to bang the kind of person who likes the kind of person who likes reading.