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11/16/2004: "Writing on the Literary Theory"
"Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Finfoefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpantry's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle."
-James Joyce
I'm writing a short paper on Derrida. This is made awkward by his recent passing. As a historian of philosophy (in training), I want to say such great things about his importance, when in fact he just confuses me more than anything else.
I was really inspired yesterday, and today I cannot bear to add anything new to the paper. Ah! How things change in a day.
I think I'll work on this French translation due Thursday.
