The purest way to disconnect.
That evening, she went upstairs with a rag an polished glass inkwells and penracks and the yellowed globes. She fussed with the telescope until she could see far down the empty river in the last of the light. Then she lit the Tilley lamp, put a roll of labels in her typewriter and began the imperious business of imposing numerical order on a structure devised internally and personally by a mind her numbers would teach her to discover. (Bear, Chap. VI, p. 29).
La manera más pure de desconectar.