This evening my aunt came by to take me out to dinner, in celebration of my recently having totally pwned my orals, and she brought with her a bunch of used books she'd bought for me as well. One of them is a 1951 edition of the complete works of Shakespeare, and some of the comments in the introduction are just hilariously...well, dated, I guess. ( Read more... )

To bring closure to this whole business of taking my exams, I have begun to remove the sticky notes from my library books, a long and rather laborious process.

For no particularly good reason, I've decided to stick them on the bathroom door.


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Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum, because I have just passed my exams.

It doesn't quite feel like it's real yet, actually...

I just found out I've passed my written exams.

I have officially survived my exams. Well, most of them. I still have orals. Assuming I passed the written section.

Then I went and consumed lots of beer. Hooray for beer.

ETA: Thanks so much to all of you for your continued support. You guys are awesome. :)

In precisely eight hours, I will be starting my exam.

I feel so woefully unprepared right now it's not even funny...

You guys are so sweet. :D

So I was amused enough by the Bacon quote in the last entry that I made it into an icon. By his standards, it's been a very slothful couple of days, and the rest of the week will go likewise.

Francis Bacon was a total bastard.

( And now, a graphical complaint. )

Have been attempting to finish off Bacon's Essayes, am at Essay 50, "Of Studies," and ran across the following quote:

"To spend too much Time in Studies, is Sloth..."

Well. I never.

I should try that one on some of my profs and see how it goes over.

ETA: Another unrelated Baconian gem for the old commonplace-book. This one is for all of the EI ( Read more... )

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.This is the third time today (for loose values of "today") I've seen fit to invoke Eliot. I can't help it. In Shakespeare ( Read more... )