Who's idea of a joke is it to build up my two decades of life as a preamble in order to produce an essay on Milton's atypical portrayl of Eve's procreative punishments?! It's at points like these when I hear the "is anybody out there...out there..." echoing in my head, and I realise that a phrase like that is a) only funny to a depraved sort of physics refugee, of which there is only one, and b) the likely beginning of bizarre theological euphemisms. I'm thinking theological euphemisms might also be coined whilst in a wholly frustrating seminar consisting of 18 undergraduates attempting to take up 2 hours of scheduled time, seeing as the professor seems to think that "overdosing on vitamin C" -- no joke -- is excuse enough to sit in a corner and not talk, every week, since the beginning of January. Those would be rather dissonant euphemisms, I think.
I don't want to lose respect for smart people, but it's starting to look like the whole world can be stupid.
Cocky young 'un, aren't I?
I don't want to lose respect for smart people, but it's starting to look like the whole world can be stupid.
Cocky young 'un, aren't I?
