I am going to make an admission here. (We’ll call this Confession Week 2013.) I almost bailed on the Trifextra Challenge this week. Why? Well, it’s a really hard one. This week we are meant to pull 33 words from something we’ve read. And, despite the fact that I consider myself a ‘writer’ (using the term most loosely), I don’t know how to read. Just kidding. I love to read. Picking a favorite work, author, or even piece to draw from for this challenge required wayyy too much brain power for the weekend. Then this morning, I allowed myself a small moment of victory and I said, “Eff this shiznit. I am going to do this.” So without further ado, one of my favorite sections from a horrible book I recently read:
I hope that the powers that be at Trifecta allow me a moment to make a few explanations following the entry. If not, they can disqualify me for the week because I probably won’t win this week, just like I never do. (Again, I am spunky this morning and I am joking. This group that I am up against are some immensely and enviously talented authors who really do blow my mind weekly. Every one of them deserves their victory.)
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“…this high… mighty god-like dignity inherent in the brow is so immensely amplified, that gazing on it… you feel the Deity and the dread powers more forcibly than… any object in… nature.”
-Herman Melville, Moby Dick
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As you can see, there are some superfluous words edited out here because Melville is long-winded (the biggest reason it took 6 months for me to finish the book), so if that doesn’t get me disqualified, then we are still good. I chose this because I hate having a large forehead. Now I don’t feel so bad about it. My forehead is big enough for me to get it tattooed with the following statement:
“My forehead is big enough to get this tattooed on here. That means I am smarter than you. Herman Melville told me that.”

February 12, 2013 at 11:05 AM
Great pick (and editing!)
You might also like Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness.
February 12, 2013 at 11:27 AM
That book is a trip! I read it in high school, before I appreciated classics the way I do now. I will have to reread it.
February 10, 2013 at 7:31 PM
My son’s forehead is so huge that we were worried he had hydrocephaly for a bit. Well, that, and he kept falling down so much. But now I know that it just means that he’s smart!
February 10, 2013 at 8:21 PM
Lol. Good mama!
February 10, 2013 at 5:07 AM
My boss at my first job once told me that I had a forehead so large I should park semis on it. A double insult: the big forehead and the idea of people running it over. Jerk.
Anyway. Great choice! It was a very difficult prompt.
February 10, 2013 at 6:18 AM
LOL. Not even cars, but semis? What a jackwagon! As my dad always says about the situation, there’s enough room for another face. Think: Peter Boyle. LOL
February 9, 2013 at 9:46 PM
Hehe.. You really seem to have had a tough time with this challenge. You did great with that excerpt..:-) I’ve had Moby Dick in my reading list for a very long time and now suddenly I don’t feel guilty anymore for not reading it!
February 10, 2013 at 6:16 AM
Save yourself! Drop the book and run the other way! It wasn’t so bad… just very long-winded and tedious and sleep-inducing.
February 9, 2013 at 8:03 PM
This whole post is great
And for what it’s worth, I’m sure your forehead is as lovely as your writing.
February 10, 2013 at 6:15 AM
Hmmm. Not sure if that’s a compliment. Then again, Melville and/or Ishmael make Sperm Whales sound like regular sex-pots, so my large forehead might be quite fetching to them.
February 9, 2013 at 6:08 PM
I love Moby Dick. Just love it. The first third is dull dull dull. But just about the time I thought I was going to impale Ishmael myself, he jumped in bed with Quequeg at the inn. And by the time that I was standing with Ahab on the deck in the lightning with the compass spinning madly, I was OK with the boredom.
February 9, 2013 at 6:26 PM
You are a better woman than I, for sure. I had to keep reminding myself what I was reading, then realized that it was the same book and I wasn’t missing much. I am sure getting to the end of that book was similar to a runner’s 25th mile in a marathon: someone just carry my sorry butt across the line.
February 9, 2013 at 6:01 PM
Read the other entries, you haven’t done poorly. Melville is hard to get through.
February 9, 2013 at 6:24 PM
Reading Moby Dick without my glasses late at night was 6 months of natural Ambien. LOL. I like the classics, but I know way too much about whales now.
February 9, 2013 at 12:27 PM
I love the thought of your tattoo.
February 9, 2013 at 12:49 PM
My mama would be so proud.
February 9, 2013 at 10:44 AM
I adore this quote!
February 9, 2013 at 10:53 AM
I am sure I broke the rules, but… meh… it’s an entry. Hahaha.