I think my brain just broke.

And yes, the use of this icon is completely, or at least mostly, ironic.

A couple of people have made remarks, in the comment to the last post, about Shakespeare's Richard III as a hack job, or about Richard III as the victim of a hack job perpetrated by someone else (this usually, though nobody mentioned them specifically this time out, means ( Read more... )

Today was my endless 12.5-hour day, and I am utterly knackered so am not going to post amusing anecdotes (which is probably a relief really). Although I will say the library work has some splendid moments: today I got to handle a 1529 edition of St. Thomas More's Supplycacyon of Soulys.Right, I thought I could say that without becoming fluttery and ( Read more... )

I am beginning to get quite frustrated with the general confusion over what, precisely, is on the syllabus for Seventeenth-Century Women Writers. Turns out The Blazing World was due today after all. And it sounds fun, too, so it's a pity I didn't read it. Though we did get off on a nifty tangent about utopian fiction -- even if my knowledge of More ( Read more... )

I finally got to sleep at about six this morning, and had a very upsetting dream in which my parents arranged to have my books taken away, never mind that I need them. I was terribly glad to wake up ( Read more... )