Trying to write a PhD thesis and being in more or less constant self-doubt tend to be synonymous, I'm afraid, not least when the said thesis deals with something as elusive as the style of ancient poetry (Old English in my case).

It is strangely comforting to have one's doubts confirmed and somehow gently mocked by a witty quote, which is what ( Read more... )

There are many things that I should be doing right now, including writing a paper and learning Icelandic, but strangely enough, once again I'm just feeling too lazy to do anything remotely useful.
I haven't even written new reviews, nor have I finished my ficlet (then again it's partly

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