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Lord Unchain My Hands
November 13, 2004, 12:14 a.m. Today I returned one re-usable green shopping bag’s worth of library books to Fisher. It was so heavy I begged a lift off my father. Some of these books I had re-borrowed twice. But gleefully, blissfully, I said good bye to my book on Sidney and Spencer; to Harold Bloom’s The Western Canon; to all the other annoying little books on canons and canon formations. All of them, might I add, with helpful little pen under-linings for the next minion of the English department forced to search for them. I felt much lighter as I stepped out into the sunshine (by the way, I still marvel at Sydney’s ability to have a thunderstorm in the afternoon/evening, and be bright and sparkling the next day) and decided to walk home. I felt virtuous, healthy and enervated by the end of it. I cannot wait for the rest of this summer. So many things to do! But first, now that I have unencumbered myself of all my library books, I must go purchase many novels for my thesis, and turn them into annotated editions. ’Twould seem that my state of joyous freedom is to be short-lived, but I go to my new shackles with a willing heart, so perhaps it shall not be so troublesome as last time : )
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