Late, late in the night we recalled that Horace says fried shrimps and African snails will cure a hangover. Neither was available.
I called a stop to this @ 63%. I skim read to the end to see if the log ever changes into something that has a structure – or a point.
It may be that I am not in the right mood for this book, but from everything I have read, I get the impression that to be in the right frame of mind to read this book I would have to be on that boat, with a beer (not the first of the day), and develop a sudden liking for pointless meandering, unsubstantiated general philosophising, and killing things just to collect them.
And I just can’t.
1* (out of 5*)
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