The same is true on tape. I should have turned off the tape and concentrated on making it back to the Interstate, but I had to know whether Elizabeth was going to accept Darcy's proposal. So I kept driving . . . To make a long story short, I ended up far from the madding crowd. I polished off Jane Austen, made short work of the Aeneid and was well into the Critique of Pure Reason just before I found an onramp.
Literature marches on.
After I'd digested most of the classics, I bought other tapes for intellectual commuters. Right there on I-95, I built a pretty decent whatnot shelf and a spice rack. The scene is still the Interstate, now homeward bound. My car is lurching in rhythm. I'm not the only aerobic driver.