Stupidity.
Got to school extra, extra early (I normally arrive at least an hour before my first class. Today I had to hand in the Logic assignments I was marking, thus I arrived at school 3 hours before my first class). I decided to get my reading done, for my English class this evening.
I notice we have Wilde on our reading list, but not Yeats. Curious, I scan our anthology for Yeats. There's a lot of Yeats in it (which pleases me, for (I suspect) national pride reasons (which I find distasteful, yet present)).
I then made the error of reading September 1913 and Easter 1916. I am now maudlin and not in a mood conducive to studies.
On the other hand: I am glad that there is no Yeats on the course. I suspect, as has happened in the other courses where there is an Irish poem, that I would be asked to read it: my choice would then be to refuse, or to be incapable of finishing the reading. Yeats, pretty much without exception, breaks me every time I read it or hear it (cf. Sean Bean reading 'Cloths of Heaven' at the start of Equilibrium).
Blah.
Class in 20min...