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Clear evidence that kym and I should be allowed to spend a significant part of the work day emailing each other:
C: Ooooh SMH hyperbole: The Yarra was transformed into the Seine of the South, a ribbon of lights, a stream of artistic consciousness. Um, je crois que non.
K: Is it a virginia woolf walks into a river kind of consciousness? Cos then i buy it.
C: That's so the joke opening for (post)modernists: "Virginia Woolf walks into a river...". No! No! Wait... "Virginia Woolf walks into a stream. Of consciousness." I kill me. Modernism meets Postmodernism. Ooooh... What would we call that?
C: Ooooh SMH hyperbole: The Yarra was transformed into the Seine of the South, a ribbon of lights, a stream of artistic consciousness. Um, je crois que non.
K: Is it a virginia woolf walks into a river kind of consciousness? Cos then i buy it.
C: That's so the joke opening for (post)modernists: "Virginia Woolf walks into a river...". No! No! Wait... "Virginia Woolf walks into a stream. Of consciousness." I kill me. Modernism meets Postmodernism. Ooooh... What would we call that?