Folkes, while the dissertation elves, tiny little owls that creep into grad students’ bedrooms to madly type pages whilst the tortured souls sleep, are on furlough, I have been working furiously on my thesis. The result? A certain lack of Beastliness. And vocabularity.
This will be remedied shortly, just as soon as the Muse goes on strike again, as she (the fickle bitch) is wont to do.