Another all-nighter essay. I really don't care about Peacock's or Shelley's thoughts on poetry, but I have to compare The Four Ages with A Defense of Poetry. I'm just glad next year I'm signed up for courses which all involve literature written in the 20th century, (with the exception of a mid-level Phil class on Nietzche/Deleuze, Neitzche being a 19th century fella). Romanticism is not my bag.
Starting to get foggy headed. I typed "a esponse" omitting the "r" by mistake. I immediately had a visceral image of a man without a head.
I need more sleep.
Starting to get foggy headed. I typed "a esponse" omitting the "r" by mistake. I immediately had a visceral image of a man without a head.
I need more sleep.
There. I said it.
I had a babysitter who would pet my back every afternoon while she watched TV at that weirdly low volume that some people watch TV. I was four, and I'd sit still for hours.