23 November 2009 @ 11:16 pm
Sorel,
my teacher, taught me all I know.
"What do you want to do," he asked me.
I said I wanted to be a diplomat.
"Do you have money?"
"No."
"Are you related to anyone famous?"
"No."
"Then forget about diplomacy!"
"But what can I become?"
"Curious."
"That's no career."
"Not yet.
Travel, write, translate.
Learn to live anywhere,
beginning now.
There's a future in it.


this film has some great dialogue!
 
 
21 November 2009 @ 10:54 pm


 
 
16 November 2009 @ 11:42 pm


yay essay madness is now over! i need to celebrate with some toffeenut.
 
 
15 November 2009 @ 10:48 am
i hate writing about chaucer because he's such a confused man himself. all the critics go "but this was not executed perfectly..." "the clerk seems to be confused as well...". GAHGAH (ooh lala)

ohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdear

i think i must be going mad.
 
 
14 November 2009 @ 04:54 pm
pain and anguish go away!
one more essay
before i can call it a day.

a la la la la la la.