Dear Eve, I’m most thankful for your prompt reply. Your advice is also greatly appreciated – the phenomenon of queerbaiting in reality television often incenses me, so maybe a swift elbow strike to the air will do the trick. So much has happened since we last corresponded! I’ve been in Kenmare, walking alpacas (there is a selfie, but it’s private), and staring agape at the price of “handcrafted” jewellery in the local cultural centre.
Your sage Kierkegaardian contemplations and Flannery fanmail were equally received with much gratitude – I’ve been running low on “people baths” recently, so vicarious reflections on people, places and things are key. “My ‘dark academia’ aesthetic is betrayed by my unfashionable shame-buying of Crystal Bars” In that vein, I did attempt to rip a leaf out of Søren’s book and take a leap of faith: into the audiobook universe. In Aeschylus’ , one fraction of many unhappy tomes of summer reading I’m only just now touching, he quite pithily describes the titular character’s “yoke of necessity,” albeit in a much more unpleasant context than my own.
Driven to rage by the requirement to read books for my English degree, I instead turned to, cue groans, Donna Tartt’s audiobook recording of : a book that, up to now, I’ve refused to touch on principle. That “principle” may be in large part due to ’s surprisingly extensive, overall negative, of Tartt’s debut novel. Either that, or the fact that any delusio.