Bring on week thirteen, baby. I am so ready to have this semester finished. Largely because I want to read all f those books that have nothing to do with anything I’m meant to be reading. And I also want to smash out those last two hundred pages of Perdido Street Station which is fantastically awesome that I want to cry.
However, the object of my current smashing affection is damn Pericles. Why did everyone think he was so great? I almost wish I’d taken the easy stance and said that yeah sure, he was democratic.
I even went to my nmost favourite cynic historian, P.J. Rhodes to tell me all the horrible things he’d done, but he just rabbited on about Samis. Ugh.
1000 words to go. Meerrrrrrghhh.