I have a goal to read more intellectual stuff this year, and in that vein, I pulled a copy of The Sound and The Fury off the shelf yesterday and began to read it. I didn't get more than five or six pages into it before leaving it on the back of the toilet.
Later in the evening, Kent said to me, "Are you reading The Sound and The Fury?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Why?" he questioned.
I explained my desire to be more intellectual, and the said, "But why The Sound and The Fury? Why wade through all of that? Just so you can brag you've read it?"
This is a book that Kent brought to our marriage and which we have moved at least four times during that time. So I asked why keep it if it isn't worth reading, even for bragging rights.
"Being a humanities or English major (me humanities, him English), you should have a library, a collection of fine books at hand."
Apparently, however, one need not read them all. I put it back and will continue to wade through The Brothers Karamazov which I am reading for book group. Fortunately, I have until July to finish it. 715 pages. I'm on page 42.
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