I’ve had the kind of first week back in which at any given point twelve different things are happening simultaneously and you say yes to (almost) everything and you see lots of people and do lots of great stuff and then suddenly it’s Sunday and you’re a little bit hungover and definitely haven’t showered and you have two novels to read and only about twelve hours in which to do so.
So, after a Semester 2, Week 1 that is almost certainly showing on my face, I’m actually really excited to sit up against the window with my back to St Andrews, and let the little bit of weak sunlight we’ve been offered illuminate Joseph Conrad’s The Secret Agent for the next few hours.
Let’s go.

I’ve had the kind of first week back in which at any given point twelve different things are happening simultaneously and you say yes to (almost) everything and you see lots of people and do lots of great stuff and then suddenly it’s Sunday and you’re a little bit hungover and definitely haven’t showered and you have two novels to read and only about twelve hours in which to do so.

So, after a Semester 2, Week 1 that is almost certainly showing on my face, I’m actually really excited to sit up against the window with my back to St Andrews, and let the little bit of weak sunlight we’ve been offered illuminate Joseph Conrad’s The Secret Agent for the next few hours.

Let’s go.

5 notes:

  1. harperperennial said: Your hair!
  2. bermudianabroad said: trying to read the backwards writing: secret angel? angle? AGENT!! aha!
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