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”