With Monday update (see below)DOONESBURY by G. B. Trudeau[Click to enlarge.]by KenIt's another travel day for me -- all the way to Mystic, CT -- why, that's practically the Massachusetts Rhode Island border! [Oops! That shows how remote far-eastern Connecticut is frommy geographical consciousness -- not to mention Rhode Island, which I realize exists in my head less as a state with defined boundaries than as a tiny entity floating in geographical space. -- K.] At least this time my train leaves at a more reasonable 7am. Then again, that 3am train I had to catch to get to D.C. meant I had a built-in cushion that in the event easily absorbed the train's being an hour and a half late. Let's hope Amtrak does better this time.There's an Alma Mater Alumni event at Mystic Seaport (where I've never been), including a presentation by a distinguished Alma Mater professor of English, something like "The Myth and Legend of Moby Dick," in honor of which I'm actually (finally!) reading Moby Dick. Yes, yes, officially I read it in, I think, ninth grade, but the lists of things I've officially vs. actually read have have many such divergences. The theory was that by today I would have finished Moby Dick, but you know about theories. What can I say? I got, er, bogged down in the middle, or rather approaching the middle. At least I know what I'll be reading on the train. Or anyways carrying.I've planned some additional activities, scheduled to include your ever-popular thunderstorms (as I make my way around town on foot-- hurrah!). Okay, I didn't actually plan the thunderstorms; they just come naturally. Naturally. Well, there were thunderstorms scheduled the day of the D.C. trip too, and they didn't materialize during the day.Anyway, what with one thing and another, I thought I'd share today's Doonesbury, in which it appears that the times have caught up with the craziness of our old pal Elmont. I've started work on an Urban Gadding fall preview post, but that involves a lot of grunt work and even though I've been up all night with it, hacking away at it (or maybe thinking about hacking away at it) isn't ready. I'm shooting for Wednesday.MONDAY UPDATEThe trip came off pretty much without a hitch, and was quite lovely. The presentation on Moby Dick by Prof. Don Pease, speaking impassionedly for more than an hour without notes, except for a series of illustrative chunks from the book he'd had circulated as a handout (plus a Q-and-A session), was quite brilliant. It's not hard to understand why he's become such a large figure in the humanities community. It was sobering to realize that, while he's been at Dartmouth a whopping 43 years, he still didn't arrive (straight from getting his PhD, if I heard he right) till four years after I left.And to go with the whole new handle on Moby Dick that Professor Pease gave me, a short walk away from our lunch 'n' lecture site in Mystic Seaport was the Charles W. Morgan, apparently the only surviving wood whaling ship anywhere in the world, built in 1841, making it very much a fit for Melville's Pequod -- all amplified by a bunch of fascinating whaling-history commentary from the Seaport's Steve Purdy. I wish I could have hung around and listened to him all day!#
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