And then Fantasy Literature rides in on a unicorn and is like ‘COME ON SCI-FI. LET’S GO FIGHT DRAGONS ON THE MOON AND LEAVE THESE BORING BASTARDS WITH THEIR TEA.’
Art by Tom Gauld.
Bless this motherfucking post.
I should send this to every literature professor I have ever had, because fuck you, no one needs to read Moby Dick more than once. I love you Herman Melville, but your sentences hurt me.