This weekend, while eating lunch at a Taco Bell, a stranger approached me when he noticed my copy of Don Quixote resting on the table. It was his favorite book, he told me, and he dutifully reads it once a year. I was tempted to ask him if he also enjoyed BDSM and cutting himself, but I thought better of it.
Are you still on page 700?
Well, I had to return the copy I was working on back to the library since I used up all the renewals. I picked up a different edition. I still have a little more than a hundred to go though.