Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life?
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II, 63-4"Where do you see yourself five years from now?"the eldest male member (or is "male member"a redundancy?) of the committeeasked me. "Not here," I thought.
A good thing Ispeak fluent Fog.
I craved that job like someunappeasable, taunting woman.
What did Byron's friend Hobhouse say afterthe wedding? "I felt as if I had burieda friend." Each day I had that job I feltthe slack leash at my throat and thought what wasits other trick.
Better to scorn the job than askwhat I had ever seen in it or thinkwhat pious muck I'd ladled overthe committee.
If they believed me, theydeserved me.
As luck would have it, the joblasted me almost but not quite five years.
Anonymous submission.
