So limited
Damndamndamn I'm really worried that my brain has degenerated into a pile of mush. I'm desperately trying to read Harold Bloom's The Western Canon and am still stuck at Chapter One (Shakespeare as the Center of the Canon) after 3 months of reading. I do not know. I cannont see. I have not read enough. And I thought I was good at Lit. It would be easy to blame the education system for focusing too much on the books and too little on the larger picture (which is vital for Lit, charting the rise, fall and influence of periods/movements, the flow and interaction of writers), so I shan't. Crud, I can’t look like a total dipstick when I hit Duke, I refuse to use (and they probably won’t accept) the I-was-in-the-army-for-two-and-a-half-years lame excuse. At the very minimum I have to be at least as intelligent as the scintillating, earnest and knowledgeable doppelganger they interviewed back in Mar ’03.
I am tempted to take a total sabbatical from all my volunteer activities come 2005 so I can really read (everything, not just Lit) and prep for college, but as always I've been hard-wired to recoil at the thought of doing something so blasphemously irresponsible and leaving others in the dump. More palatable to my socially-forged conscience would be to tone down my busy-ness and step up my woefully stagnant self-improvement programme, trading intensity for consistency. Augh. Decisions, decisions.
Damndamndamn I'm really worried that my brain has degenerated into a pile of mush. I'm desperately trying to read Harold Bloom's The Western Canon and am still stuck at Chapter One (Shakespeare as the Center of the Canon) after 3 months of reading. I do not know. I cannont see. I have not read enough. And I thought I was good at Lit. It would be easy to blame the education system for focusing too much on the books and too little on the larger picture (which is vital for Lit, charting the rise, fall and influence of periods/movements, the flow and interaction of writers), so I shan't. Crud, I can’t look like a total dipstick when I hit Duke, I refuse to use (and they probably won’t accept) the I-was-in-the-army-for-two-and-a-half-years lame excuse. At the very minimum I have to be at least as intelligent as the scintillating, earnest and knowledgeable doppelganger they interviewed back in Mar ’03.
I am tempted to take a total sabbatical from all my volunteer activities come 2005 so I can really read (everything, not just Lit) and prep for college, but as always I've been hard-wired to recoil at the thought of doing something so blasphemously irresponsible and leaving others in the dump. More palatable to my socially-forged conscience would be to tone down my busy-ness and step up my woefully stagnant self-improvement programme, trading intensity for consistency. Augh. Decisions, decisions.
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