Will I ever see the light again?
Currently, I am metaphorically chained to a desk trying to catagorise 'The Waste Land' & 'Prufrock',whilst keeping to the point. Looking at my current workload, I think I am meant to use everything I learnt from last academic year and then write up about it in double quick time. I was thinking about the MA English and Culture knock back I got yesterday and retrospectively, I think it is not suh a bad thing. If I can sort out a reasonable job, I can fund it through Open University instead. Maybe taking a break and getting back to the real world is something that is needed, though I will strive to find out more. A change of direction means that I will have to get some careers advice from the uni and other places.
Meanwhile, let's crack on with the assignment.
Have spent the entire day craned over a doorstop of a Modernist book that has footnotes you can barely see. I don't want to drown myself in detail, but I do need to know the incidentals before I really begin. Eliot has really compressed things to the nth degree - a pastiche of other works comprised. It's a headache and I need to start on Prufrock soon.