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Well, I got one of the papers done. In about two hours. And about Othello, of all things!
Of course, that's the paper that's not due for another week. The one due Friday, I still don't have a clue about. Chaucer's fun, but nothing of his language really jumped out and grabbed me. Perhaps I need to reread a few portions that might help me out. Having just written about Othello and his insecurities I have an odd urge to write about cuckoldry in the Wife of Bath's Prologue and the Miller's Tale. "Cuckoldry" is a really terrible world, by which I mean it's an amusing word but (one would assume) a hellish condition.
I keep doing things that I don't need to do (or that are less pressingly important) in order to procrastinate on the paper.
This is also procrastinating. (Go figure.)
Of course, that's the paper that's not due for another week. The one due Friday, I still don't have a clue about. Chaucer's fun, but nothing of his language really jumped out and grabbed me. Perhaps I need to reread a few portions that might help me out. Having just written about Othello and his insecurities I have an odd urge to write about cuckoldry in the Wife of Bath's Prologue and the Miller's Tale. "Cuckoldry" is a really terrible world, by which I mean it's an amusing word but (one would assume) a hellish condition.
I keep doing things that I don't need to do (or that are less pressingly important) in order to procrastinate on the paper.
This is also procrastinating. (Go figure.)