I recently finished reading Moby Dick (I had been so intimidated by the thought of reading it for so long). I read the final chapter so slowly, and after I read the last line I burst out crying. And it takes a lot to make me cry, and when I do it's almost always about an animal(s).

I didn't want to leave the world of Moby Dick. I want to go back to that world, that experience. I will go back.

A word for this? Post-biblial tristesse?