Oh, I am ill. I blame my raging cold and fever for the fact that I awoke today with the idea of writing a comparative piece on Rilke's "Archaic Torso of Apollo" and Keats's "Ode on a Grecian Urn". Yes, I know, I need a life. Or, I need school. Real school. I long to go to Oxford, and I feel terrible when I think about all the time that is left ( Read more... )

Despite my strict policy, I have made a New Year's Resolution (notice capital letters). I will defend myself with the fact that it is the only resolution I will make, and that it is something I would have had to do anyway.
Yes. It is true.
I shall read Dickens.
I must read Dickens.
I will read Dickens ( Read more... )