Still reading the Scottish book and reading generally like a maniac

I'm happy to report that right now reading is a priority but it's mostly not reading for pure pleasure though what I read is often exciting, enlightening and therefore pleasurable. It's work but work I like but because I have to do it at work, it's sometimes frustrating due to noise and interruptions which I can't control (and other weird things like finding our shared workplace sink full of cottage cheese yesterday and being grossed out...). What do I like about this reading? Sometimes I like it because it's difficult and I have to think really hard about what I'm reading. I write out passages and in the writing begin to understand what I've read. It's a form of drawing I've talked about before back when I was first reading D & G. I still keep that book physically close to me - is that why people save books because they're actually physically attached to them? - I know that I also did that with Joyce's Ulysses years ago and W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn more recently. I love those books viscerally. I haven't found a new book other than D & G that I love like that recently but I hope to. That's part of the optimism of reading and wandering through books. I'm reading as a trigger to thinking right now. I'm surveying the field so to speak (keep in mind: In a field/I am the absence/of field./This is/always the case./Wherever I am/I am what is missing.) or I'm trying to catch up - running to get to the field. My intellectual baseball team has started the game. I'm second string, often benched but eager to play. I may be banned for being late but I like the way the lights look on the field once it starts to get dark. I have my little camera in my bag so I'll take a few shots of the light while I'm waiting. It's still very warm out and we'll get a chance to talk later...after the game.