I just spent some time picking my way through my magnum opus on the World Wide Web. I did not look for anything in particular. Rather, I opened a yearbook at random, went some way down the list of pieces comprising it, and clicked any title that struck me as promising. With thirteen-thousands and four-hundred pieces written over thirty-seven years, most titles were only a distant memory. But the pieces themselves kept stunning me. Most of them I found wonderful to read. After a bit less than half an hour, I stopped. I had enough. But the old dream of reading everything I have ever written from start to finish surfaced in my mind one more time. What an amazing experience it would be to keep pressing the “next” button for hours, days, weeks… How long would this take me, though? I made a quick calculation. One can read about twelve-thousand and five-hundred words per hour, which amounts to some fifty pages of two-hundred and fifty words each. As I have close to two-million and a half words at the moment, that would take me two-hundred hours. Reading for eight hours a day, this would take me twenty-five days. To wit, this seems to be perfectly doable. But will I ever have the courage to do it?