In my dream last night, someone was showing me their PhD dissertation, which was written on (the subject of) Famous Brothers-in-Law in History, and written on (literally) salad leaves. You read, or I suppose experienced, the dissertation by putting a salad leaf with the name of a famous brother-in-law on it on each shoulder, like cap sleeves. There was also a short explanatory paper booklet, mostly full of unrelated quotations. "This is brilliant," I told the guy whose work it was, but in fact I was astonished at what passed for a PhD these days.
Yes yes fine I should just start a separate dream blog.
I accepted the York offer today. Am excited and ready to go for it. Psychoanalytic theory + feminist theory + Victorian poetry + Adam Phillips possibly explaining Lacan to me IN PERSON (possibly), all in a matter of months.
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