He read a great deal. He used to sit in the club all the time, nervously pulling at his beard and leafing through magazines and books; one could see by his face that he was not reading but devouring, with barely any time to chew. It must be assumed that reading was one of his most morbid habits, since he used to fall with equal appetite upon whatever was at hand, even the past year's newspapers and calendars. At home he always read lying down.
--Anton Chekhov, "Ward No. 6"