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[midnightcadenza]

I am 100% procrastinating my Lit essay. (Lit as in "Literature." Hee. It's usually "[name of teacher] essay," but I don't want to say that online. Just 'cuz I'm paranoid like that.)

And so I would like to say I have a nice thin copy of Four Quartets, by T.S. Eliot, who is a god. I folded it and stuck it in my back pocket on the way to

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[musamea]

Hey, at least your person knows (in theory) what subjunctive is. The previous owner of my Norton summarizes and wrote notes like "who is her?" and glosses lines like "And we young ones stand without" with "without what?" *facepalm* OUTSIDE, you idiot!

If you're going to write in a book of poetry, you need to keep it. That should be the rule.

[chiasmata]

I can usually be relied upon to have just about anything in my bag (I refuse to call it a handbag because I'm only 21, damn it), as can my mother. We both cart around these huge great big things that could easily hold a small child, and once amused the waiting room in the cancer unit by having a competition to see who was carrying the most random rubbish around with her. I won, with my copy of the Post Office's little booklet of prices, etc. But it was a close thing...

;-)