"What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through." --Virginia Woolf
Toward the end of each semester I increasingly have the desire to yell out, would you all please stop looking at me. So I went (virtually) away for awhile. Now I'm back.
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