sleeping with Herman Melville
This is not a love affair. No sexual, sinful, erotic or pleasurable significance can be found here. He keeps me awake, I awake in his lap. Insatiable, his appetite is insatiable and quite hard. He smells of old, crumpled paper. His chapters have been underscored, highlighted, and criticized. Oh how i hate his straight back which over time has become humped over and worn. Oh how I despise the endless volumes of wisdom and words. But, today my final paper is due! And I can finally rid myself of long dead Herman!!! No more sleeping next to novellas with the name Melville printed on every surface, no more using Moby-Dick as a pillow! I can finally return that overdue book, Typee, to the library...and curse the 150 pages of civil war poetry labeled "Battle Pieces and Aspects of the War." YAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAY