I read Moby Dick during lunch.

[raybear]

I am busy at work, but its quiet around me -- all the usual suspects have gone home or out to dinner to celebrate someone recently making partner, leaving work behind but without them hovering to have it done. I just dropped off one project downstairs and on the way back up, passed the bookshelf nook by the lunchroom. The shelves contain somewhat worn paperback of the standard airport variety, mostly names I don't know, the second- and third-tier of the mystery and thriller and crime genres. There are a handful of travel guides and half a shelf of hardback biographies, mostly of local people, including sports people. But one book always caught my eye, on the first shelf, two-thirds down the row: George Eliot's Middlemarch. I am always tempted to take it, which is ridiculous because I have a copy. But I always resign myself to just being glad its there, even if no one here will ever pick it up.

Tonight I walked by and there was a hole in the line of books. It was gone from the shelf.

I want so badly to meet the person that took it.

Comments

[anjibobanji.livejournal.com]

I need to read Moby Dick.

I love this post.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

why, are you going whaling soon?

[anjibobanji.livejournal.com]

I could be! No, just been a long time on my list.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

I haven't read it either. It's on my lifetime to-do list, but pretty far down there, such that I won't be that heartbroken on my deathbed if it doesn't happen. ha!!