The past is always tense, the future perfect.
Zadie Smith, White Teeth
I spent this weekend helping my good friend Maeve with a conference of her own devising and orgainisation on Sylvia Plath. It was an enormously edifying experience, not least because it meant I got out of my own eightenth-century headspace for a few days.
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I had an absolute blast in Sheffield last week for the Gothic Bible conference. Not only was the city completely energetic and fun, the conference itself was magic.
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Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Ferris Bueller, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Reader, it happened. I submitted my PhD thesis.
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Proper words in proper places, make the true definition of a style.
Jonathan Swift, Letter to a Young Clergyman
Full and lethargic from Christmas overindulgence, I am preparing to go back to work tomorrow. Specifically, I am preparing to get a 5.30 train to go to Oxford to deliver a paper to the British Society of Eighteenth Century Studies annual conference. Continue reading “Confident Conferences, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Public Speaking”