To the habitual reader, reading is a drug of which he is the slave;
deprive him of printed matter and he grows nervous, moody, and restless; then,
like the alcoholic bereft of brandy who will drink shellac or methylated
spirit, he will make do with the advertisements of a paper five years old; he
will make do with a telephone directory.
-- W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965), "The Bum"
