Again.

When I am tired, my way of reading returns, across three score years and some, to the pleasure of reading like a child again.  When I was a child, each time I fell in love with a poem, I read it again and again until I had it by heart.  Then I would go off by myself, whether indoor or outdoor, in order to have the pleasure of chanting it endlessly to myself.  I have seen children do that still.

Harold Bloom