"The first sentence is never told to anyone personally, but the second can be."

The word of the day is "saudade": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

This article will also inform you of the existence of the Finnish tango. It is, you will find, "distinguished from other forms by its almost exclusive performance in minor keys and themes reflecting established conventions in Finnish folklore". You will wonder why Norway doesn't have any damn tango.

Formal was very good, though full of first-year girls in formal shorts (which are not so named because it would be an excellent idea to wear them at formal), and Vicky tried to convince all of our male friends except Tom the vet that they should be in her play. (This is another play, "Song", rather than the one I'm in; this one requires men, which turn out to be difficult to come by, at least in an acting capacity.) She didn't try to convince Tom the vet because she feels the role would involve "descending into squalor". "All my other male friends can descend into squalor," she said, "but if Tom descends into squalor, the world will spin off its axis." I see her point.

Since formal is an excellently compact way of going out, I had quite the evening and yet was in bed before midnight, which is a good thing considering I'm writing my essay on reading today. Ironically, in order to do this I will have to fake having read "Aurora Leigh". Ngh.

My mother reminds me that I actually have relatives in London and that it should be possible to work something out. Also Iona tells me that her sister may be out of town for the summer and Iona might be staying in her apartment and needing a flatmate. Maybe. So publishing internships are looking like a thrilling possibility. Possibly. Whee.