le dialogue sans cesse
Apr. 1st, 2011 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinHappy belated April Fool's! There is now less than a month left until school is done! Please let's just skip the entire damn thing and let it be summer! I will not have a soul when exams are over, I can say that much with confidence. (I honestly feel like I'm turning grey around the edges and withering. WTF. I'm nineteen, not eighty-nine!)
In other news, I was actually fairly productive today, though not in much of a coherent manner. I camped out at the library after class, but instead of getting through a paragraph on my Diderot essay, I wrote sporadic sentences for each of my arguments, the result of which is a hugely disjointed and grammatically incorrect mush of words, which I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN. But whatever, I'll take it.
On a related note, I was doing ~le research and came upon a book - whose title I forget - wherein... well, I don't even know what the author was smoking, but ;alskdjf;askd HOW DID THAT THING GET PUBLISHED, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. It was like reading the best ship manifesto ever, only I know it wasn't intended as such*. But when the author started referring to Jacques and Le Maître as a two part harmony, a "perfect fifth", two sides of the same coin - literally! A line from Merlin! In that book! - I kinda stopped taking it seriously. Which was probably a good thing. I lol'd my way through the section about how the different levels of dialogue corresponded to the stages of male sexual behaviour, and when I got to the part about sacred bondage, I just about died.
LITERATURE IS AMAZE, YOU GUYS.
My essay, unfortunately, is not. But I'm working on it.
*LOLWUT OF COURSE I DON'T SHIP JACQUES/SON MAITRE. UM. WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT?My slash goggles are welded to my face, ok?
In other news, I was actually fairly productive today, though not in much of a coherent manner. I camped out at the library after class, but instead of getting through a paragraph on my Diderot essay, I wrote sporadic sentences for each of my arguments, the result of which is a hugely disjointed and grammatically incorrect mush of words, which I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN. But whatever, I'll take it.
On a related note, I was doing ~le research and came upon a book - whose title I forget - wherein... well, I don't even know what the author was smoking, but ;alskdjf;askd HOW DID THAT THING GET PUBLISHED, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. It was like reading the best ship manifesto ever, only I know it wasn't intended as such*. But when the author started referring to Jacques and Le Maître as a two part harmony, a "perfect fifth", two sides of the same coin - literally! A line from Merlin! In that book! - I kinda stopped taking it seriously. Which was probably a good thing. I lol'd my way through the section about how the different levels of dialogue corresponded to the stages of male sexual behaviour, and when I got to the part about sacred bondage, I just about died.
LITERATURE IS AMAZE, YOU GUYS.
My essay, unfortunately, is not. But I'm working on it.
*LOLWUT OF COURSE I DON'T SHIP JACQUES/SON MAITRE. UM. WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT?
