PAIN
I reek of Deep Heat, and have just given a lecture to two hundred snickering third years while clasping to my lower back a hot water bottle in a woollen cover with snowflakes knitted into it.
This did nothing whatsoever for my gravitas, and I suspect will colour forever their thoughts on 20th-c. English poetry.
That I actually managed to damage my back while bending down to pick up my (admittedly heavy) hardback of Lyndall Gordon's Mary Wollstonecraft biography is making me think sour thoughts about being Burdened by Learning.
This did nothing whatsoever for my gravitas, and I suspect will colour forever their thoughts on 20th-c. English poetry.
That I actually managed to damage my back while bending down to pick up my (admittedly heavy) hardback of Lyndall Gordon's Mary Wollstonecraft biography is making me think sour thoughts about being Burdened by Learning.