I did not have shoes on all yesterday. This is because I was in the house all day. O dear reader — I know you think that I am such an intrepid soul. To hear of me staying in the house all day (not sick, totally voluntary) — you must be completely devastated. Nay, disappointed and confused!
So I shall tell you what had kept me inside all the blessed day: I was hunting whales. Moby Dick, to be precise. I am more than just reading it; I am absorbing it. From the ink on the page to my skin to my brain.
They have just sighted the first pod of whales…
[PS: Get the below version… it has the original Rockwell Kent illustrations!]
“Moby-Dick: or, The Whale (Modern Library Classics)” (Herman Melville)
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