After finishing a book, I’m sometimes inspired to read another one immediately, or some life event will make me want to read something I know I have. Like today. Here is a dramatic recreation:
I’m listening to a Great Courses lecture series on ancient civilizations (now that I finished the series on Chinese history). We’re on the subject of Sumerian civilization, and the professor keeps mentioning Uruk and Gilgamesh, and I’ve got the epic of Gilgamesh around here somewhere. I think it’s to the left in my office….
Hmmm, I don’t see it. Maybe I moved it in the shuffle when I cleaned and turned over my library last summer.
Hey, here’s a book by Yogi Berra. I’ll read that.
So you’ll soon see a book report on that book instead of something smart like the Epic of Gilgamesh.
On the other hand, there are more people who know who Yogi Berra is than Gilgamesh. But probably not anyone under thirty.
