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ENDINGS OF BEGINNINGS

I notice a tendency to skip followup in the blog.

I tell when things start but not when they finish. Sometimes.

For example, my smashed knee is 95% healed.

The guys cleaned up the big branch that fell from the carob tree earlier this week.

The beautiful zinnias are failing. Too hot and the grew up in front of their water source.

That kind of thing.

Another one.

I have quit my goal of reading the entire corpus (redundant?) of Herman Melville.

In fact, we are still at sea waiting to find that fucking white whale.

I put it down about, maybe, a year ago and haven't picked it up since.

Don't even ask what is going on in this picture.

I went and bought the entire Library of America Melville in three volumes and there they sit on the lower shelf of the toilet reading cabinet.

Somehow, I fell in love with Typee and Omoo and figured I could only love the rest of his writing.

Authors get better don't they?

These were his first two semi-autobiographical works.

No.

Melville didn't get better. He just got dense.

Never mind what they say about Moby Dick.

It is a crashing bore.

Melville should have done as I am doing.

Do the first two and then quit.

Take the job in the NYC Customs office and work his way up in the bureaucracy.

Retire in 20 years and go do a B&B in Nantucket.

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