*resurfaces*
I am in the midst of typing a 4-5 compare-and-contrast paper. I hate compare-and-contrast. Compare-and-contrast is inane. I acknowledge that there is a time and a place for it, but when this 4-5 page paper is in technical, jargon-y French I find it hard to stomach.
Anyway, this break is by way of saying that reading Daniel Deronda, and talking about weird, sadistic Grandcourt marrying a woman just make her life miserable, for one English class at the same time as we're reading Wuthering Heights--where Heathcliff marries a woman just to make her life miserable--for another English class, doesn't give one a very good feeling about nineteenth century men.
Comparing and contrasting that might actually be interesting...
No, no. Focus, Nom de Plume, focus.
Salsa was fun today.
It's definitely fall now.
...
No more procrastination. Done.
*gulps, dives back under, en français*