Been working. Sending lots of emails. Posting comments on scholarly and literary websites. Assuming fictional personae and making outrageous claims. If you look carefully in The Handmaid’s Tale and take the first letter of the second paragraph on the first sixteen pages, it spells Me a hermaphrodite. If you listen to a recording of Dylan Thomas reading “Do not go gentle into that good night” and play it backward, you hear the opening verses of a satanic séance.
Was invited to be the keynote speaker at a conference in Glasgow in October but won’t attend. Not in the middle of classes. Too much planning. Too much hassle.
That’s about it. Boredom reigns, holding its grey sceptre over my heavy head.