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I rarely read anymore, but I decided to pick up Moby-Dick again and flip through it abed at nighttime. It proves to please thus far. Ishmael’s narration is hilarious—more so than I ever remembered. Aye, Moby-Dick has always had a special place in my heart because it helped me through my first psychosis. It was my spiritual guide, my holy bible. And as a matter of fact, I finished the fat novel within the walls of a hospital during a 5250. The windows there framed a serene beach view. Deep in the waters, the ocean blue, the pale whale spouts and splashes about. I was absolute bonkers and still am, mind you, although I suppose I’ve learned to cope decent enough over the years.