Tuesday, May 25, 2021

the poetry runs as hard as sap from a frozen maple tree

I am mad to think how minute a cause has prevented me hitherto from reading Shakspeare. But until now, every copy that was come-atable to me, happened to be in a vile small print unendurable to my eyes which are tender as young sparrows. But chancing to fall in with this glorious edition, I now exult in it, page after page.
~Herman Melville in a letter to Evert Augustus Duyckinck

I haven't read Herman Melville's Moby Dick, but I am enjoying "reading" it on a random sentence basis on Twitter. I enjoy it so much that I have wondered what other books I'd like to experience this way. Maybe Tolstoy? Something by Isabel Allende?


Pop said...

Such poetry within a novel. Makes me want to re-read it too!

Ruth said...

I have been trying to read Moby Dick for a long time. I mean, I've been succeeding, bits at a time, but I haven't made it through the whole book. This method seems like it would take a long time.

Ruth said...

(My method, also, is taking a long time.)