I downloaded a PDF of Huxley's "Island" today.  It was one of the books I read for that term paper back in high school.  I read the first page or two.  I should try to finish it. 

I took D.S. his mail, went and got some groceries for him, and threw some Qik Joe on the lane.

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Some time has passed, and I've now read the last couple pages of "Island".  Incentive.

I read "Robinson Crusoe" in college, and wrote a paper on it.  If I'm remembering correctly, it's the one that I really thought I'd "nailed"---reminiscent of a scene on "The West Wing" where the President assigns what's-his-face to write a speech for the birthday of some under-secretary of agriculture or other, just to prevent him from taking his daughter out on a date; and what's-his-face and the bald guy end up really getting into trying to write that perfect "birthday card".  Anyway, the Crusoe paper got a B+ or an A- and the comment "OK, an intelligent response", while some of the sheer drivel I'd written got solid A's and comments with multiple exclamation points.  Go figure.  I don't think I'll run right over to "that big online book(and other things)store" and order a copy of  Crusoe to see what a post -McGyver, post-survivor reading yields (or, wait a minute, I could probably find a free downloadable copy of that, too); but if I should happen to run across my old copy while rummaging through my stuff, it'll surely catch my eye.