The wait

 My professors at Taiwan University, where I went for my undergrade, recommended me to have some people edited my book Broadened Horizons in Chinese version. Two of my professors in Psychology found it unreadible. Oops.

So I sent it off to a classmate of mine and she requested her father, a writer, to do the job.  Knowing that I am in debt to them for their help, I dare not be to pushy though I have no idea when the edited book will find its way to me. 

So I have been trying to switch my attention to reading the classics. Moby Dick is the current classic I have landed on since last week. I am only on chapter 17 The Ramadan while the book is 135 chapters long and will take me quite a bit of time to go through it.

Then I pondered. Will something come back by the end of this thick book? Out of my hands anyway.