I've not changed.
Upon walking into my Studying Modern Literature seminar a few minutes late today, I was greeted by my long-suffering seminar leader with the following:
"How far through Jude the Obscure did you get?"
In response to which I could only fail to suppress a grin and reply "Uh, six pages?"
Perhaps I shall read it during reading week next week, if Beckett's 'Murphy' proves uninspiring. Perhaps.
For now, though, I am singing along (terribly) to soul music from my childhood, pretending I am black, an American and effortlessly cool.
"How far through Jude the Obscure did you get?"
In response to which I could only fail to suppress a grin and reply "Uh, six pages?"
Perhaps I shall read it during reading week next week, if Beckett's 'Murphy' proves uninspiring. Perhaps.
For now, though, I am singing along (terribly) to soul music from my childhood, pretending I am black, an American and effortlessly cool.