“That there is no end of making books, and that much reading is weariness of the flesh”

[pynelyf]

Yesterday, the university server was down so I had to beg for a flashdrive from one of the other instructors to print out my handouts for teaching and then the photocopier was displaying everything in French and for a moment, I stared at the display wondering if I had lost my tenuous grip on reality.

Today, we're going to play that game. You know, the one where I see how many Shakespeare plays I can read in a day without going mad.

I keep thinking about Don Quixote.