“I have completely stopped reading works of fiction,” said my colleague as the conversation moved on to the topic of reading. “I mean. What is the purpose?”
I contemplated if I should express my view that it was indeed the lack of purpose that made works of fiction so interesting and enjoyable. In the end I decided to just nod my head and smile. It was much more interesting to debate the topic with myself in my mind rather than trying to sow creative seeds in the infertile mind of my über-rational colleague.
