I was waiting at an elevator, holding the book I had just started reading. It's widely considered to be one of the all-time great works in literature. Another man approached. He too stood and waited for the elevator. The elevator came and we got in. He glanced over at me, catching a glimpse of my book. He smiled, "How far have you gotten?" I shuffled through the book and separated the beginning up to page 16 from the rest of the 1,200 or so pages and held the book up for him to see. I could hear the tiniest of an admiring laugh rise up inside him. Just then the elevator opened and he said, "I envy you". We left the elevator. He went right and I went left without my having a chance to say a word to him.