British Word of the Day: tick - to make a mark on a paper or form. (American "check".) eg: "Tick next to your name if you've already met with your advisor this term."
Hello, all.
Today has been particularly stressful. Trying to write up my final essay for my last tutorial (probably of my life...) is excellent. I'm reading Lady Windermere's Fan and Mrs. Warren's Profession by Oscar Wilde and G.B. Shaw, respectively. I'm thinking of writing about the role of secrets, onstage and off. Censorship became an interesting part of Victorian drama, and all plays performed were to be sent into the censor of England before they were performed. G.B. Shaw went around this by having his play performed in a small independent theatre. The censor of England found out about this, and was less than ecstatic that Shaw had circumnavigated his way around this law.
Much to do.
I'm leaving for Holland via ferry on Friday evening (an overnight ferry) and will be gone until late Wednesday evening. I probably won't get a chance to write on the blog again until after spring break.
I really, really need this break.
Thanks for reading. I'll have much to put up after the term is completely over. Hilary Term ends this week, but I have 3.5 weeks of "British Landscape" towards which to look forward. (Note how awkwardly I ended that sentence withOUT a preposition.)
A funny quote on that, from a former minister of England:
“This is the sort of English up with which I will not put.” Good work, Winston.
On that note,
Cheers!
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You went against my advice to go to Paris? Interesting. I approve, strongly. Please take many pictures of the mother-land (not my mother-land, but soon I will be sworn in to the Dutch-nation) and post them.
ReplyDeleteWhat is your favorite part of the Camera?
I can't believe I am the first to post a comment on this entry. I'm constantly getting beat-out by Carpedad.
Eric, I graciously defer---
ReplyDeleteMarissa---one of my best memories of the Nederlands was buying a smoked eel at the market in Haarlem, then eating it for lunch on the beach at Schevinegen (sp.) near The Hague; the other cool memory was observing a small community sharing a church building between two congregations, the Catholics early a.m. and the Prots later. Both also served beer and wine in the fellowship hall post-service . . . . coffee also available.
Enjoy your time away--
JC