What I consider the best time of my life was in the mid to late 90s when a window was right beside my bed, and i'd be playing stuff like Pachelbel's Canon and watch the sunrises, the dark turning to light, and the colorful tendency the sun gave while presenting itself. An echo of that peaceful hypnotic times are happening on these nights while listening to my books with the screen before me, seeing all the countdowning time, and the orange lines forming the progress.
I can't take a pic at the angle i'm seeing it on my side, but with the imaginative mind one can gather at what a peculiarly pleasant angle it is on the side, I say with a hushed reverence.
{edit -- just 2 hr avg is required, however longer sessions may enhance experience with the material, which is the stuff of deep dreams and deep enriching emotions explored}
I want to complete the Dostoevsky in 102 days as of September 20, that means I have to average about 3 hours per day, so that means if there is ever going to be less than that for any day, there has to be some days where 5 or more hours is spent basking in the enrichingly troubled world of these most captivating characters, wherein as with Trollope and Austen, many other voices doing the source material, to wince at say Timothy West's too quiet moments which are Plus staples, with good reviews about the performance, making one like me be all confused into thinking that he needs the Naxos recordings for my listening bliss side adventures. Gazing as into a bewitching crystal, with the energy source of the recorded voice with it's wavy sonic waves like a healing lotion for the brain that is like a coughed up ball with cartoonish bandages, and hashtag marks denoting scratches, and soft fuzzy pencil clouds for bruises on it.
