tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453345467999579885.post5129776093101113171..comments2023-12-18T07:25:38.583-05:00Comments on Burning My Study: Moby-Dick marathonBeatricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09532912919556200160noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453345467999579885.post-42106278397864844672012-01-09T04:25:55.627-05:002012-01-09T04:25:55.627-05:00At one point I realized there was a girl of about ...<i>At one point I realized there was a girl of about nine or ten next to me, and she was looking over at my copy of the book. I moved it in between us, pointed to where we were, and we read along together for a chapter.</i><br /><br />Oh, that's lovely. I bet she'll remember that, too.<br /><br /><i>The man reading the very last bit broke down on the last sentence before the epilogue. He started audibly choking up on "then all collapsed", paused, tried to collect himself, and managed in a voice full of tears, "and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago". I don't even know why he was crying, but I cried too.</i><br /><br />AWW MAN. I feel like crying just reading that! I'm glad you went, and wrote it up for us.Moira Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16359269126391962352noreply@blogger.com