I walked away from the wretched dissertation for a minute and when I came back the stuffed coyote had been placed at the laptop and made to opine:
Woolf’s argument against Arnold Bennett seeks to wring the neck of a specific kind of eloquence: the easy conventionalities of the Edwardian novel OF COYOTES AND OTHER CANIDS WHICH DEFUSED THE PARTICULAR DANGER AND UNPREDICTABILITY OF THE ANIMALS INTO A SERIES OF DRAWING ROOM NICETIES RRARRARRRWWR VIRGINIA WOOLF DID NOT LIKE THAT VERY MUCH AND NEITHER DOES ANUUUBIS
i want a copy of THAT dissertation!
it IS fascinating how the universe lets the right one in, innit?
working title: "i like my dissertation and my dissertation likes me." - J.
