And now I will start reading ‘Pierre,’ which was Herman Melville’s last real novel, and which was deemed so bad and so unreadable that it destroyed his writing career and sent him careening headfirst into the black abyss called obscurity.
I have nothing else to be excited about, so I am excited to read this thing. I myself am something of an absurd, incoherent, certifiably insane person—so I reckon I may as well read ‘Pierre’~~~
Hell, what else am I going to do? Sit around and grow old???