I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I had a lot of trouble with Moby Dick. Could be that I’m in need of spectacles. My favourite line is, of course, Call me Ishmael, as it has been for so many of us, especially those who love Roald Dahl’s Matilda. As a heretic, of course I turned to the 1956 film starring Gregory Peck. I saw it as a child oh so many decades ago, and my memory was one of awe and fear. However, a re-view convinced me to re-place it in the past so it can remain a classic. I suspect that my significant shortcomings with the novel are similar to the ten year gap between buying Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude and actually reading it. You just have to pick the right moment, you simply have to be ready for the story, and readiness cannot be rushed, fellow felines and others.
Love to all, Dr On Mars xxx, and a hug for whales everywhere