From Ways of Going Home by Alejandro Zambra:

Instead of writing, I spent the morning drinking beer and reading Madame Bovary. Now I think the best thing I’ve done in recent years has been to drink a lot of beer and reread certain books with dedication, with an odd fidelity, as if something of my own beat within them, some clue to my destiny. Apart from that, to read morosely, stretched out in bed for long hours and doing nothing to soothe my burning eyes—it’s the perfect pretext for waiting for night to fall. And that’s what I hope for, nothing more: that night will come quickly.