Thursday 6 May 2010
Coffee spoons? Lucky bloody Prufrock
He measured out his life in them (it's in 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T. S. Eliot). I fear, after this morning's 2.5 hour meeting, that my life will be measured out in minutes approval and Any Other Business. My brain is leaking from my ears and no substantial work (research, marking) has been achieved.
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