I gently lay my mind on the text as if the text is a Ouija board and let it move me around. And my eye circles the page precisely the way your eye circles the landscape when you are anxiously looking for someone in a crowd: You scan for red hair, for a hat, for someone towering above the others, whatever it is. I pick up adverbs out of the corner of my eye. “How wonderful to see you, Jeff” may be the opening of a chunk of dialogue that ends with “… she muttered hostilely.” You look for that like a helicopter rescue team looking for a dehydrated Cub Scout in the mountains.