Scratch that. I don't have it in me to tackle Beowulf after less than thirty minutes of lecture on it. The Inferno it is; more specifically, the fifth canto, in which Dante the Pilgrim has his famous encounter with Paolo and Francesca in the Second Circle of Hell.

I swear, writing a paper feels like as painful a process as giving birth (though I can't say I know from personal experience). It's like the mental equivalent of labor. My brain and emotions are addled beyond the powers of description to say. This is the first major push: picking a topic, which will develop into a thesis. The second push is actually writing the essay.

Believe you me, I am going to drop this English major like a potato Enna's been playing with.

3 comments:

Anidori-Isilee 11/23/2007 8:25 AM  

Writing essays is painful. Hence the reason for procrastination. ;0

Teehee. A potato Enna's been playing with. Or Spider. ;)

Miss Elizabeth Bennett 11/23/2007 4:31 PM  

Ugh, I hate essays. Nice analogy, too.

Ani Isilee 11/25/2007 2:33 PM  

Essays are no fun. And neither was reading part of the Inferno for Lit. earlier this year... :)

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