[is thinking about Alberto Moravia reflecting on being on television: "Those who [have seen me on television] greet me in the street with sincere affection….But when I ask them if they have read any of my work they often reply, without much apparent regret, that because they go to work they have no time to read. And here we come to the mystery of what television really is, of whether it is a pastime or something else. The reply that they give me signifies implicitly that since they find time for television, but not for reading, then the mass media in question is not a traditional pastime. So what is it then? This is the point I wanted to get to. Television, I think, is something like sleeping or resting: a physiological need, which reading obviously isn’t. In any case, the record for the dissociation that television producers between me as pure image and me as a writer came some days ago in Veron. The main square of the city, a girl came running up to me and exclaimed: 'How happy I am to make your acquaintance: who are you?' The phrase signified what she already had seen me on television, and as a result she loved me; but she had no idea who I was.”]