Just finished my San Fransisco -> Kansas City drive this afternoon. Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities was my entertainment for 18 of the 26 driving hours. 12 CDs. I had made it through 13 years of public education, 4 years of university, and a major in English literature without ever having read it.
So somewhere in eastern Colorado, I get to the last chapter, where Carton* takes Darnay’s place at the Guillotine, and I start to get ferklempt. In the last couple of paragraphs, (you know: “it is a far far better thing…”) I get the trembly lip thing and my vision gets a little blurry.
Yes, I – a big strong man who can bench press over ten billion pounds and then a horse rare – was crying like a little schoolgirl. Alone. In my car. In Western Kansas.
Anyone have any similar experiences with TTC? With Dickens? With books-on-tape? With the Sunflower State?
*I didn’t realize until just now, trying to get the spelling right, that his name wasn’t “Cotton.” Curse you, books-on-tape!