I suppose I'm going back into an English literature phase. If you haven't noticed, I go through phases that last a couple months. I recycle through them, I don't add new ones. For a couple months, I'll play chess for four hours a day. Then I'll watch a lot of Doctor Who. Then I'll drink heavily. Then I might pick up chess again. Then I'll play guitar. Then I'll read vigorously. I'm about to read vigorously.
Or maybe I'm just about to buy a lot of books. Sometimes I buy things. That typically doesn't last a couple months.
But, ah, Caliban!
Your pretty face is going to hell.
My econ class looks to be a joke. But I don't see anybody else laughing. It's all for the best: this will give me time to study for $EXAM in May, which is about a week before finals.
I'm hitting The Anatomy of Melancholy pretty hard right now. The Third Partition, which is about Love and also Religious Melancholy. The prose is rich and buttery. I could take a knife and spread it on bread.
And then there's Donne. His holy sonnets, mostly. I can't stand most of the rest.
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