Now in my sixties, I recently made my umpteenth attempt to read “Moby Dick”. After about 100 pages, I said to myself, “I’m too old for this bleep.” (not my exact words), and donated my copy to the local library. Let someone else suffer.
Now in my sixties, I recently made my umpteenth attempt to read “Moby Dick”. After about 100 pages, I said to myself, “I’m too old for this bleep.” (not my exact words), and donated my copy to the local library. Let someone else suffer.