Very few adult readers are likely to remember it, but imagine, if you will, your first experience reading a book divided into chapters. What confronted you was a story that unexpectedly stuttered. These strange pauses also seemed to have their own rules or habits. They were likely numbered (“Chapter Two”); these units made you count, even possibly, in some way, added up. They probably had titles too, indicating that what followed was something unto itself, a segment with its own contours of meaning, while belonging to a bigger set and broader process. You were being, in a new way, navigated through a story, nudged at intervals.
Very few adult readers are likely to remember it, but imagine, if you will, your first experience reading a book divided into chapters. What confronted you was a story that unexpectedly stuttered. These strange pauses also seemed to have their own rules or habits. They were likely numbered (“Chapter Two”); these units made you count, even possibly, in some way, added up. They probably had titles too, indicating that what followed was something unto itself, a segment with its own contours of meaning, while belonging to a bigger set and broader process. You were being, in a new way, navigated through a story, nudged at intervals.
Very few adult readers are likely to remember it, but imagine, if you will, your first experience reading a book divided into chapters. What confronted you was a story that unexpectedly stuttered. These strange pauses also seemed to have their own rules or habits. They were likely numbered (“Chapter Two”); these units made you count, even possibly, in some way, added up. They probably had titles too, indicating that what followed was something unto itself, a segment with its own contours of meaning, while belonging to a bigger set and broader process. You were being, in a new way, navigated through a story, nudged at intervals.
Very few adult readers are likely to remember it, but imagine, if you will, your first experience reading a book divided into chapters. What confronted you was a story that unexpectedly stuttered. These strange pauses also seemed to have their own rules or habits. They were likely numbered (“Chapter Two”); these units made you count, even possibly, in some way, added up. They probably had titles too, indicating that what followed was something unto itself, a segment with its own contours of meaning, while belonging to a bigger set and broader process. You were being, in a new way, navigated through a story, nudged at intervals.
Very few adult readers are likely to remember it, but imagine, if you will, your first experience reading a book divided into chapters. What confronted you was a story that unexpectedly stuttered. These strange pauses also seemed to have their own rules or habits. They were likely numbered (“Chapter Two”); these units made you count, even possibly, in some way, added up. They probably had titles too, indicating that what followed was something unto itself, a segment with its own contours of meaning, while belonging to a bigger set and broader process. You were being, in a new way, navigated through a story, nudged at intervals.
