Nothing is ever completed – that’s the nature of nature and of culture and of all the rest of it.
Well, one thing is completed – or at least ended – and that is a human life. But I digress.
I have over the past few years become competent (adept?) at identifying significant gaps in my cultural capital (which focusses almost entirely on reading) and then plugging.
So, I have exposed myself… to the rest of Shakespeare’s plays
To other canonical fiction, i.e. the New Testament.
I have read all of the canonical short stories of Sherlock Holmes (and have two novels to go)
I read Kipling’s Just So Stories
I read a bunch of “Great British Short Stories.”
Currently I am almost a third of the way through Ovid’s Metamorphoses, at a story per day (mostly it’s one a day of these things).
No, nobody has ever said I am a deeeeeeply odd person. Why do you ask?
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