Taking a break from writing this final. 7-10 pages, due Wednesday at noon, currently two sentences in. Then, Wednesday and Thursday, hopefully working on the late papers for Core. Friday, possible getting shlizzed with the gang. Saturday and Sunday, short essays for Henry James class and Core. Monday through Tuesday, studying for Art and Culture. I guess the French final falls in there somewhere. But it's the sort of thing you laugh about. As with basically everything, really.
Date or something with Elizabeth Wednesday I think, which might make be a good break between all this finals bullshit. Should I say "these finals bullshits"? Anyway, that, and she's housesitting somewhere. I imagine we'll end up drinking lots and wrastlin', which should be fun. She's got the reach on me, but I'm made of steel and hatred, so it should be a good matchup.
By the way. Sometimes I mention being made of hatred, or hating something. I'm joking. I'm a very jolly person, I just don't smile much.
I'd like to do some more real writing, maybe finish up
that thing I did a few nights ago. It's pretty hard for me to pick something up, something I had already put down. I'm actually editing that
thing in another window, which might give me what I need to write another few paragraphs.
Feeling hyper-smart right now, gonna take a walk, see if anything else filters through th' ol' brain pan.
"Or turn if one will to the moral side. The older way of being good was by much prayer and much effort of one's own soul. Now it is done by a Board of Censors. There is no need to fight sin by the power of the spirit: let the Board of Censors do it. They together with three or four kinds of Commissioners are supposed to keep sin at arm's length and to supply a first class legislative guarantee of righteousness. As a short cut to morality and as a way of saving individual effort our legislatures are turning out morality legislation by the bucketful. The legislature regulates our drink, it begins already to guard us against the deadly cigarette, it regulates here and there the length of our skirts, it safeguards our amusements and in two states of the American Union it even proposes to save us from the teaching of the Darwinian Theory of evolution. The ancient prayer "Lead us not into temptation" is passing out of date. The way to temptation is declared closed by Act of Parliament and by amendment to the constitution of the United States."
Stephen Leacock, My Discovery of England, 1905
A bit after the part I quoted, he mentions yeg-men. Which is a really funny phrase. If you're interested in a good sociological glimpse of that time period, research the history of the "yeg men" or the word "yeg". Also spelled yegg. Everything2 has a good writeup, google searches tend to show some Canadian airport.
