11 April, 2010

the only reason British Lit is survivable

We have conversations like this - 
I didn't quite hear what the teach was saying about affective piety (we were reading Julian of Norwich and Margery Kempe), and during the "group discussion" bits, I asked the guy next to me what he'd said.
"What was all that about them getting nail scars?"
"Oh, well, you know, when they're really feeling Christ's pain, the marks just appear."
"Oh! Like The Scarlet Letter?"
"Yeah! Exactly."
We sat there for a second. Then laughed our heads off. 

Not exactly the same sort of mark, is it?  All these lit people get my jokes too, which is nice. 
And then they made me their chief, which was nice. 

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