But, but, but how will you claim you read Moby Dick in under 55 minutes? If one considers "reading" glancing at every 30th word for a blink of the eye, it seem

But, but, but how will you claim you read Moby Dick in under 55 minutes? If one considers "reading" glancing at every 30th word for a blink of the eye, it seems a completely wasted effort if one doesn't stop to smell the roses and build a vision in their mind's eye by reading thoughtfully (no pun intended). It's like the people who are always so busy yet have no time, and miss most details and skip enjoying the simple minutia that give sometimes authentic and believable depth to character, plot, and prose development. It's why most movies are bad: it's not the acting, but the script either lacks character development by not building the character as someone good to love or a dastardly villain, and real by specific foibles, idiosyncrasies and habits unrelated to the central plot. A spy movie where the main character flies a kite on the weekend without being on a stakeout, but then shares it with the kids and gives it to them as they're having so much fun. Movies, books, and readers mission focused to skip to the end are as boring as people who make love like it's a race or a perfunctory ritual.