For those of you who know Peter Pan (the real one, not the heroic disney version), you probably already know what this post is going to be about and will stop reading before I get more insufferable.
Yes--that is the sound of a boy crowing to the world below him, exulting in the accomplishment of the impossible, in uncalculatable time, for incomprehensable reasons, under unrelenting authority, with extrenuating and unnecessary verbage. The oppresive essays which have overburdened my underpaid existence are now someone else's existential dillemna. Yha!
My languishing linguistic talents have, at last, let loose of a lengthy leak of letters, forming and fulfillng the frustrating formula fostered by the lettered faculty of this academic institution. Folly and Foolishness--faithless fiends that follow and fight the often undefended fort of fidelity during the frightening final day of Finals, thou and thou have failed! Fresh and fragrant are the fields of victory!
Requiem in pace, anima mea. Nada te turbe.
Domine, nunc dimittis servum tuum--
the words of my essays are now fulfilled.
C'est bon, c'est tres bon.
But at last my weary feet / will turn toward lighted inn...
Dulcissima pace!
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2 comments:
Again, congratulations :-)
Ditto. You're cute when you're being full of yourself.
I am happy. I'm in MI.
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