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just so I could read a novel and not feel like I was shirking my schoolwork. Before the start of my first semester I was in the university bookstore, getting the books I needed. I was about ten years older than most of the other students in the store.

As I was getting the novels for my mystery and detective fiction class, I heard a young woman wailing in the next aisle. Apparently, her humanities class required the purchase of Moby Dick. She was aghast at the size of the book, and was pleading with the young man with her, “They won’t make us read ALL of it, will they!?”

My thought was, “It appears the competition isn’t going to be what it was the last time I was in school.”