Achieved The Peak

It was fitting that I completed the Mann sitting outside the library as the sun began its fall. The quotidian appeared swept aside as the last few pages unfolded with a qualified gusto. One shouldn't read the text as Hegelian but one is certainly tempted to find counterpoints and confluences at nearly every turn. Peeperkorn finds his absolution and Hans is absorbed into Verdi. Naphta? What to say? the paranormal and whistle of artillery close the book.

The text is a titan, blessed with sagacious pondering and the reach of the ancients.

I am going tor ead The Final Solution by Chabon next. I bought it at Square Books and I think it will be apt for the rain swept sun of March.