I stopped into a noisy bar yesterday (after work)--- I sat down with a soda and began reading a new Dali book I was graciously gifted. As I was reading it a wrinkled-grey lady approached me and asked me if it wasn't both strange and difficult to read a book in a noisy Irish bar. I told it her it was much easier than drinking in a library and returned to my book. She stopped for a moment and said nothing and returned to her Guinness.