Brain Dead

I'm going to write to the Queen, or the Prime Minister or somebody, and request that the writing of essays on Middlemarch be banned. Not only is it simply too huge a book (800 pages huge), every bit of it is significant, or influential, or revolutionary, or telling, or metaphorical....you get the idea. It took me three days just to figure out what to write my paper about. I did, however, make friends with George Eliot in the meantime. She doesn't make me chuckle like Dickens, but she certainly deserves her fair share of respect.

That's all for now, cause I don't want to type anymore.

Oh, except--I'm going to Rome! March 4-8. So very excited.