This was my first time reading Moby Dick. And by my virtue I didn't read the whole book.
Here were but a few excerpts of me narrating one of the finest pieces of writing I've ever held, read, and sung aloud.
Once a year, there is a group that gets together out by the Venice Breakwater to read Moby Dick. Everyone is welcome and it is truly a special event.
What I remember about Moby Dick is that at the end of each chapter, the author, Herman Melville? Yikes. Right, like I really don't know off the top of me block. Anyway, the author of Moby Dick, did an extraordinary job of tying together life's various misgivings or misfortunes and describe them and how we behave accordingly. He did it so eloquently and favorably. I remember having tears in my eyes at the end of each chapter. Mystified by how he had woven so discreetly a quilt right over my heart.