Borey McBoring

Reacclimating myself to the library, one night at a time.

I didn't get any work done tonight, however, because I got sucked into an old, very reactionary essay on religion and modernism written by one of my literary heroes, the late great T.S. Eliot himself.

Quite a shock to hear him partially attribute the works of D.H. Lawrence to "demonic influence."

By the by, I can't find "reacclimate" in any of my usual dictionaries. One of the nerdier sentences I've written of late, I know. Anyways, I trust that it is actually a word.

Anyways, if you've made it this far down the page you get to find out that I'm trying, now, to go to the library on a regular basis. I started this term on the wrong foot. A fun foot, but the wrong one.