Sometimes I feel illiterate

Reading Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian because The Road was so awesome and haunting.

The kid and his friend reached the hotel gallery and wiped the water from their eyes and turned to watch.  As they did so the tent began to sway and buckle and like a huge and wounded medusa it slowly settled to the ground trailing tattered canvas walls and ratty guyropes over the ground.

Like someone with attention deficit, I find myself reading passages more than once because my mind has wandered.  Not the fault of the books, it's more likely a result of too much internet which is where I am now.  Damn it.