There are things to be done, to be sure; things to be said, things to be written, and things to wish for (like being outside in the sunshine instead upstairs in Crumb Library looking at an almost blank laptop screen and pop art). Monday's paper is on language and form. Pope's An Essay On Criticism is my main text and I've been more than tempted to write my paper in the same form as his criticism. Por Ejemplo:

Of All the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with stronges bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

You can perhaps see my predicament when I give you a glimpse of my thus far paper and then compare the two for interests sake:

"While originality is nearly always a common thread in literary classics, it may also be a recipe for failure. The readers may either appreciate the irony and the invention or they will balk at the unconventional approach and dismiss the wildly improbable content. A fine line must be walked, but let it be walked without dignity, for a writer who keeps his dignity, loses his opportunity for fantastic invention. "

Need I say more?
Oh yes, that's right, I need say three pages more. . . Let's see if I resurface from this one. . .