I finally managed to pull off the inconceivable. I have finished reading Dune by Frank Herbert, which I started reading in March of this year. Technically speaking, I began reading Dune in my early years—roughly thirty years ago. I recall that shortly after the broadcast premiere of Star Trek: The Next Generation, someone told my father that Patrick Stewart appeared in David Lynch's Dune. As a result, we rented the film on VHS. My father detested it, but I enjoyed it—enough to seek out the book and read a little over half of it before getting bored or perplexed by the plot. Please remember that I was a little child, so the narrative was perhaps a bit complex.