statuamsalis replied to your post: Yesterday afternoon at work, someone stole my...
Oh, but that’s horrible. I’m very sorry to hear it. Will you begin anew, or search for a new old copy?
An old clean copy. The book was scored over pretty well, but most of the underlining and creasing was from the first read (when I was about 18). Since then I’ve never read it straight through (no need, it’s all so rich, strong from the very beginning you only need to dip here and there, mid-sprawl, for the whole of it and much of the rest to come back to mind).
During a late night TV interview years ago there was a man who showed off one of his old tattoos (on his upper arm, I think): ‘1994′ it said. ‘Why 1994?’ ‘That was the year the stupidity ended.’ Which reminded me of this letter to Hawthorne, where Melville says nothing like the good in him could be traced back before the age of 25.
Anyway, asked someone about it yesterday. He said there was a young guy, some seventeen/nineteen year old, pacing the park, that time, waiting for the Boston bus. No one saw him take it, but no one else was around.