| the holidays are over |
[Jan. 3rd, 2008|12:50 pm] |
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I've been conditioned very thoroughly over the course of the last 20 years; I really wish I was taking classes this quarter. It doesn't feel right not to. Of course, working on campus and in a campus bookstore, I still get the frisson of the start of the quarter without the actual course work (really, I just wanted to use the word 'frisson' in a sentence). I like the course work, though. I like writing papers and reading things and bitching about having to learn them. I guess that's why I've got a bunch of Waugh and Isherwood from the library; feels like school work even though it isn't.
... that makes a disturbing amount of sense, actually. Maybe later I'll see if I can find some essays about how Charles Ryder was way more in love with that house than he was with any of the people who lived in it. I mean, the novel is called Brideshead Revisited, not My Attempts to Shag Half the Marchmain Family.
This Cat and Girl comic seems particularly apropos today. |
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