I have been cleaning out my stuff and putting everything alike in their own tubs. Of all my paperbacks that I was FORCED to read, this is the one I hated the most. I realized only after reading to the freakin' last page that they made a movie of the book. I could have avoided the entire horrible trip upon the Pequod if I had known. I would burn this one but I want to always keep proof of the suffering I have done to become the enlightened educated Renaissance man I am today.
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I had a professor in college who always taught 19th Century American Lit. He noticed he had a fair number of students who would ask him what they would be reading before the semester started -- anyone who did this was usually a suck-up, a wannabe teacher's pet. He started telling these students to read "Moby Dick"... and then he wouldn't teach that book that semester.
You didn't play games with Doc Reardon.
Son of a Bitch. That is just EVIL to do that for just asking a question. I would rather be waterboarded than to go through this one again.
Read it back in the 60s. I like the idea of it and the movie
with Gregory Peck was great, but the reading of it is quite
a chore to say the least.
Ugh. I hear ya, brother. But goddammit, I'm still thinking about that book. It haunts me!
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