now that I’ve turned to a puddle of pathetic under my desk…
I do not like Thomas Hardy.
I had BritLit.
I had to read The Mayor of Casterbridge…there is a reason why I’m a medievalist. 19th cen. Naturalists don’t do it for me anywhere near like a lovely set of kennings. Really. (Yes, I know, I should have been an Anglo-Saxonist - I’ve heard it before..sod off)
I must, must own this audiobook.
One voice in the world sends my eyes rolling back in my head as I swoon.
One.
OMFG.
In other news, I have discovered that listening to the Squirrel Nut Zippers at work makes me file like a maniac. Anything that can make filing happen is a good thing, this place is like a paper Hell’s Maw yawning, open and ready to swallow me in one gulp.