Still alive, but still examming... It all kicks off a week on Friday with Historical Argument and Practice, our big three-hour, one-essay theory paper that could either be very fun or very terrifying, depending on how the questions are phrased. Then Special Subject gobbets paper on the Monday, which should be fine, barring accidents, because I really enjoy the source analysis (proper detective history!), then a whole week later is Indian history. Which is sort of a mixed blessing, really, because on the one hand that's bags of time for lots of lovely revision, but on the other, it's going to be tough working at full capacity for three full weeks...
So all in all, the likelihood of my being able to post properly is pretty much nil. What I thought I'd do instead is try and post a little something every day - a quote, a poem or a picture.
To start you off, have some Edna St Vincent Millay - my favourite poet (just).
Sonnet IV, Second April
Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu, - farewell! - the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
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