Saturday, 16 January 2010
"Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken; but where... though the conduct is mistaken, the feelings are not, it may not be very material."
I am resigned to the fruits of Mr. Gutenberg's press for the rest of my time in Oxford. My readings for both tutorials are almost overwhelliming though truely engaging. Since meeting with my British Women Writer's tutor I have been devoted to Emma to which I just finished. I cannot help but muse that at one time or other a young woman, similar to myself, sat curled on the sofa of this very flat with tea, a digestive* with or without peanut butter (though I do recomend the peanut butter), and this very same delightful novel.
To speak breifly on my Philosophy tutorial: I just received my reading list, and my tutor wishes to cover two philosophers per week. I have yet to even begin seeking my books for the course. Oh the excitment, the utter unbelieaviableness!
I fear I am not very coheirent. I also fear this blog will become quite boring now that I am not romping about this beautiful city. Fortunetly, some upcoming engagements should save you, readers, from more Austen quotes and any at all from misters Plato and Aristotle; the objects of my first week of philosophical study.
*Note: Digestives are the most delightful, mild biscuts (cookies) that I enjoy almost everyday.