"I'm a few pages into tonight's reading of "Beowulf." I only have about eighteen pages left. Alas, when you're actually counting down the pages as you read, you are clearly not making much progress.
Anyhow, I was doing fairly well until I reached the detailed description of the dragon. Then I burst into song, my concentration broken. 'BURNINATING THE COUNTRYSIDE! BURNINATING THE GEEEEAAAAAATTTSS!'
It's a shame that the 'Beowulf' manuscript wasn't burninated in that fire it endured during the eighteenth century."