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It is like living with someone else, someone that you are not getting on with very well. Something I unfortunately know rather to well. In trying to do something, in this case, read, with the necessary quiet, to be able to absorb the challenging thoughts, that need so much concentration to do so, with every sound emitted from them, causing a break in concentration and a wondering if the sudden noise will go away or continue and get worse. It really brings home Steiners End of Bookishness, the need for a quiet place and how they have disappeared largely, but not only, because buildings do not provide for them, paper thin walls and floors that allow for sound, that you cannot control, enter your environment, and as hard as you try to prevent it, alter your thoughts.