Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Time Enough at Last

At some point in the last three weeks, I finally figured out that I just won't have time to read every book that I want to. This is a crushing blow. When you are young, you imagine that someday you'll have countless lazy days with nothing to do but read. Even if I did, my glasses would probably break at that precise moment.
So my new method for picking books to read is: if I died right now, what book what I most regret not having read?
I am ashamed to say that right now I am reading Moby-Dick, because I never finished it in college. I am fairly certain I was the worst English major ever; I took a class devoted completely to Melville and never finished a single novel. College is wasted on the young.

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