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NOPE. Because I love myself too much to subject my poor leisure-reading brain to this interminable, meandering mess of endless verbiage.
Back when I was in school I had to force myself through unreadable and/or mind-numbingly dense books, whether "classics" or "postmodern" or Virginia Woolf, whatever labels you like, depending on the genre or course -- but that was then. Now, I'm an adult. I can eat cookies before dinner (one, or two, or ten cookies... [/Seinfeld]), I can watch baseball ALL NIGHT LONG, & I don't have to finish boring classics if I don't wanna. So take that, Sir Walter. >:P (And if the author himself thought his book to be abominable dreck, why should I care? Clearly WS wasn't writing tongue-in-cheek like, say, Dan Ross. This wall of words has been studied, dissected, & footnoted beyond compare. Good grief.)
DNF. Otherwise I'll end up checking myself into the hospital from a brain aneurysm. That's the responsible adult thing to do, right? *pokes Lammermoor with a long stick*
Back when I was in school I had to force myself through unreadable and/or mind-numbingly dense books, whether "classics" or "postmodern" or Virginia Woolf, whatever labels you like, depending on the genre or course -- but that was then. Now, I'm an adult. I can eat cookies before dinner (one, or two, or ten cookies... [/Seinfeld]), I can watch baseball ALL NIGHT LONG, & I don't have to finish boring classics if I don't wanna. So take that, Sir Walter. >:P (And if the author himself thought his book to be abominable dreck, why should I care? Clearly WS wasn't writing tongue-in-cheek like, say, Dan Ross. This wall of words has been studied, dissected, & footnoted beyond compare. Good grief.)
DNF. Otherwise I'll end up checking myself into the hospital from a brain aneurysm. That's the responsible adult thing to do, right? *pokes Lammermoor with a long stick*