I hate being read to.

I like to devour a book.
Reading aloud is such slow work.
'But I am afraid you must sometimes feel lonely,' faltered Mary.
'Lonely,' echoed the dowager, with a sigh.

'I have been lonely for the last forty years--I have been lonely all my life.

Those I loved never gave me back love for love--never--not even your sister.

See how lightly she cuts the link that bound her to me.