Posts tagged grad school
Odette Carotte
Reading the Penguin Proust in English, like a glutton
Thomas Edison, who knew a little something about sleep and success, napping as he was frequently captured doing.
…serious about grad school!
You show every known sign of suffering from the disease of your generation. No, no, let me go on. Like all your soldier friends, you’re looking everywhere for your paradise, eh! The paradise they owe you as a war hero: your own special Victory Parade, your youth, your lovely women…They owe you all that and more, they they promised you everything, and, dear God, you deserved it. And what do you find? A decent ordinary life. So you go in for nostalgia, listlessness, disillusion and neurasthenia. Am I wrong?
Colette, The Last of Chéri, translated by Roger Senhouse, p. 224.
This is kind of how I felt after grad school. Where is MY Victory Parade?! Where are my lovely women?! Why is my only reward this damned neurasthenia, which never goes away, despite my study of philology?!
