Essay writing

Tomorrow I will be completely well again I think. I feel much better already.

Just carried off twelve kilos of paper from the library, one of which made up a second-hand collection of primary sources from Britain's Victorian years (second half nineteenth century) for which I paid next to nothing; and another kilo featuring a quite handsome and pretty dragking (that one's for my essay on Tipping the Velvet which I will be writing in a week or two).

But now I will concentrate first on an anthropological investigation into how the architecture of the concert-hall stimulates a certain mode of listening/transforms Visitors into Listeners and how, historically, it has been instrumental in constructing a romantic notion of music as the ultimate automomous, sacred art (which it hadn't been before!). My case? The Concertgebouw! (Well, yes, I do start to miss my Stad. Which explains below ode.)

Meanwhile, in everyday Exeter life it has been hard to concentrate on work or sleep the past few days/weeks. Above me live a boy that must surely eat a lot of raw eggs, and a girl with a great sense for the theatrical. I am really very happy for them... but I'm still grateful for Flogging Molly at top volume (and for L., E. and M.).