When I stumbled on page99test (a page up for 30 days/50 reads), words of Father of Humanism Petrarch resounded in my ears:

Yet I see clearly now I have become
an old tale amongst all these people, so that
it often makes me ashamed of myself;

and shame is the fruit of my vanities,
and remorse, and the clearest knowledge
of how the world's delight is a brief dream.

Next, I remembered how people crowded docks in NYC whenever a new chapter of Dickensian novels was arriving by boat.  Recently, RH resurrected this practice by selling “Made to Stick” chapter-by-chapter.