The beast is born


No Russian men’s choirs appeared and the sound of trumpets seemed distant indeed, but my dissertation epos made its bumpy way from the smoking remnants of my brain, into a 10mb PDF, out of a (now altogether disoriented) Canon printer and to the kind people of “Facilities Management” who promised to bind it. In other words, I plan to arrive casually tomorrow morning, collect the bound monstrosities, cart them to the right fourth floor office and deliver the thing to meet its destiny.

In case the comitee find the thing defensible, the defense is scheduled for 7 December.

(Photo by Soundsgood)

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