What exactly did I do wrong that I never have any chance to talk about literature with anyone?
Everything else worked out in my life, including the stuff that seemed fantastical when I first decided upon it. But I didn’t manage to arrange things so that I could talk about literature. With people, I mean.
I’m a professor of literature. I spend most of my day reading literature in several languages, thinking about it, writing about it – but I don’t have interlocutors.
I’ve been participating in an online book club, and every meeting shows me how invigorating and precious I find an opportunity to talk about literature. It’s online, though, so not quite real.
What should I have done differently?

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