Back when I was a mere youngling, I remember how this book became
part of a novel study. Indeed, once I read it, I identified this
literary masterpiece almost at once as a book of epic proportions.
Only such a work could make me so profoundly bored, so painfully
depressed. Only such a book could trigger such an intense loathing.
Indeed, readers, an epic work like this deserves to be cast into
the depths of the sea which it describes with so much detail, for
only then will its true grandeur be appreciated by the illiterate
dolphins.