Forty hours of reading would have had a very different effect on Speyer, for which reason he could only ever read in short bursts. He could keep going for a couple of hours, at most, pausing at intervals for necessary rests. Reading was like a sport to him; best done in forty-five minute spurts. He approached the task like a wrestler. Time was not as important as the energy expended during that time. ‘An hour’s worth of true engagement,’ he said to me once, ‘is worth a thousand hours of light reading. Reading must have weight behind it. The full weight of your mind, your body and your soul.’
The sage continues. Chapter Six, Part One.