During post lockdown when the world was going crazy, a man who had been in isolation at a monastery for many months came out, discovered what was going on, and would have gone back into isolation if he could.
My dorm on campus was beside the golf course. A local group of bagpipers would march on the golf course around dawn on Saturday. The fog, the bagpipes. Eerie.
The longer the book, the less likely everyone will read them.