There comes a point (usually on a Sunday) where you realise that you'd probably be better off not working than working. After 5 hours of work yesterday, and two hours today (less than I'd hoped but as much as I want to do), I came to that point. I am now looking forward to having the rest of the day away from revision, and coming back to it fresh as a daisy tommorrow.
Last night was LHD's party, at which there were a pleasant plethora of folk, but at which I unfortunately succeeded in getting my finger briefly stuck in my beer bottle. On a scale of one to embarrasing it was pretty high....
I have today in my brief revision session been investigating one possible reading of Tennyson's In Memoriam. Is it possible that Tennyson combines his faith and the questions raised by Darwinism
by thinking about the one thing which they both share...a belief in us being made perfect? I leave you with that thought, and challenge you to say that literature is not a barnstormingly interesting thing to study...
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literature is not a barnstormingly interesting thing to study
well done. You're wrong.
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