Tempus fugit
Already it's time to register for the spring semester. I plan to take:
- Advanced Poetry Workshop
- Queer Theory
- Shakespeare: Later Plays
- Intermediate French II
- Theology: The Religious Quest
Just have to run it past my advisor this afternoon.
[Addendum to the lines below: I must have been sponging when I wrote them, because I opened my Collected Yeats this morning to re-read "The Tower" for class, and found:
What shall I do with this absurdity--
O heart, O troubled heart--this caricature,
Decrepit age that has been tied to me
As to a dog's tail?
In fact, it wasn't Yeats, but Augustine I'd been thinking of when I was writing. Somehow these lines must have stamped themselves on my subconscious though.]
