Well, I managed to eventually pull my socks up and get the bloody essay done. I'm not about to quit after five long years of a tough slog. Diana-Mary would never have quit (my late grandmother, God bless her soul) and so I would never quit. Never. She used to say of us Phillips' "We have a will of iron!" and she was right, too.
Amidst all the turbulence and turmoil of life, I have found one simple joy that makes life seem okay, worthwhile. That is: the letters of Cicero translated by L.P. Wilkinson. It is a sheer delight to read and I will treasure this book greatly. I am still woefully behind on my studies and it will not be that way for long, I intend to catch up quickly, and "hit the ground running" by ploughing though the blocks.
Well, I suppose I had better get back to the grind. Bugger.
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