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By late evening, Monk was still more interested in focusing on his books than in surfing on the Internet, but he was tired of voice, and even more tired of standing. So, he gave reading silently to himself another shot, leaning back in the chair with his feet kicked up on his little table.
It is slow enough going that it is even a little painful, more like piecing together a puzzle rather than reading, but it works alright for Monk. After a chapter of Dickens, Monk experimented with reading "Hamlet" thus, and was no less pleased, though this is more of a preparation for reading aloud later, since it should be at least a misdemeanor offense not to read poetry aloud.
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By late evening, Monk was still more interested in focusing on his books than in surfing on the Internet, but he was tired of voice, and even more tired of standing. So, he gave reading silently to himself another shot, leaning back in the chair with his feet kicked up on his little table.
It is slow enough going that it is even a little painful, more like piecing together a puzzle rather than reading, but it works alright for Monk. After a chapter of Dickens, Monk experimented with reading "Hamlet" thus, and was no less pleased, though this is more of a preparation for reading aloud later, since it should be at least a misdemeanor offense not to read poetry aloud.
