From childhood I read, ate, slept and dreamed England.
I love life, love to laugh, travel, read, eat well like a good Frenchman.
I could read, eat Danish, tear down an advertisement and play poker with friends, or nap.
For a long weekend, I wrote, read, ate, drank, and slept to the accompaniment of Bach's organ music.
I was already a disciple, but I was hearing him… For an extraordinary long weekend I wrote, read, ate, drank, and slept to Bach's organ music.
On the bench I was free: I could read, eat, observe the world around me, sink into a pleasant reverie or even catch forty winks.
She spent much of her time settling in her family, but all the while she was watching us — how we read, eat, work, medicate, exercise and pray.
They would read, eat Danish, tear down cardboard advertisements and use them as card tables for poker with friends or catch up on sleep.
She was sitting up in an isolation tent, and able to read, eat and talk to her parents through an intercom.
