No good decision was ever made in a swivel chair.

Vacation cruises are advertised as luxurious journeys to exotic places, but a chief pleasure is the reading of books … . On steamer chairs topside or poolside, in the lounges, everywhere you see men and women with their noses in books, devouring them for hours.

A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy.

HallelujahYour faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

Are we all not, when we sit in the cinema, in the position of humans in The Matrix, tied to chairs, immersed in the spectacle run by a machine? However, a more appropriate allegory is that of the viewer himself: beneath the illusion that we just look at the perceived objects from a safe distance, freely sliding along them, there is the reality of the innumerable ties that bind us to what we perceive.

She pulled off Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse and settled down in a comfortable leather chair by the fire to read.