an image diary

"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

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Three to six inches.


Have spent the morning ordering books for the Spring Shelley course. Have been nervously weighing the reliability of exam copies from Oxford (which last term never did arrive) against the Amazon monster. Have been thinking of spending library money to update our holdings and to have the course texts available in the stacks. Our library doesn't even own a copy of
The Last Man--which apparently I could read online if I were really really driven. Which is very very wrong.


Is it true books for this job are tax deductible?


No I hadn't meant to do my taxes today but I guess I just did. What the hell it was free. Which I guess says something depressing about my income.




"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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