Staring through a window on the top floor
I have just arrived back from the library, at approximately 5pm. I've been there since 11am this morning. I have 3,000 words to write about the role of religion in medieval literature by Monday, I've still not written any. However, after about six hours of reading, I actually have some semblance of an idea of how to go about writing the damn thing.
Sitting taking notes at a semi enclosed desk reminded me of days spent at the Central Library, in Ealing, for my A-levels. As uninspiring as I find analysing 9th century Christian allegory, it struck me that it was definitely preferable to the days of memorising the bond angles of atmospheric gases. C'est la vie.
Sitting taking notes at a semi enclosed desk reminded me of days spent at the Central Library, in Ealing, for my A-levels. As uninspiring as I find analysing 9th century Christian allegory, it struck me that it was definitely preferable to the days of memorising the bond angles of atmospheric gases. C'est la vie.