Ludicrously Tasty

Who but the Brits would describe cereal as such? I don't believe we have any ludicrous food in the States...

Well so here I am, posting rather than writing my oh-so-important, most likely ground-breakingly intelligent essay on Jane Eyre, due to clamors from the peanut gallery for a new post. (Also due in part to the fact that, having written the introduction of said essay and done a smashing job of it, I am now staring at multiple pages of scrawled notes from my hours with the books of the Bodleian today, and am, in fact, moderately intimidated.)

Been going to lectures, three yesterday and one today. Heard intellectual discourse on Digust As It Relates To Tragedy, Jane Austen, Victorians and Literary Theory, and Women Writing Culture. The one on Disgust I would not recommend for the time slot directly after breakfast; it was stimulating to both the mind and the gag reflex. The lecturer talking about Jane Austen looked exactly as such a lecturer should look: a petite woman with short, curly hair and a very proper manner. The Women Writing Culture lecturer looked like a feminist. She just did.

No new pictures, since I've been doing the student thing lately rather than the touristy thing. Still have yet to make it to the Ashmolean and other places of interest...so little time! I did go to a Latin dance lesson last night though, with another girl and a couple guys from our group of Americans. Good fun, indeed.

All right then. Back to "Passion and Repression in Bronte's Jane Eyre"!