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It closes fast upon exam season. Well, I suspect in a sense it is already here, since I have one week of classes and then approximately five weeks of varying levels of panic.

I would like to remember that I usually survive exams much better than I believe I will. But right now? With the term's work not yet finished and the revision yet to begin?

These are humdrum worries, surely. Yet my present state of anxiety rather vexes me.

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I sometimes wonder, a propos of nothing very much, how many other people think we are living in the period immediately before the end of recognisable human civilisation. Optimism is not my greatest virtue: I occasionally think that in a few short decades, the science fiction of space ships and extra-planetary adventures will become an interesting footnote in literary history, relegated, along with unicorns, to the land of unconsummatable fantasies. Always assuming there is sufficient civilisation left in a couple of centuries to support such pasttimes as literary history.

See? Optimism, still not my greatest virtue.

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It closes fast upon exam season. Well, I suspect in a sense it is already here, since I have one week of classes and then approximately five weeks of varying levels of panic.

I would like to remember that I usually survive exams much better than I believe I will. But right now? With the term's work not yet finished and the revision yet to begin?

These are humdrum worries, surely. Yet my present state of anxiety rather vexes me.

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I sometimes wonder, a propos of nothing very much, how many other people think we are living in the period immediately before the end of recognisable human civilisation. Optimism is not my greatest virtue: I occasionally think that in a few short decades, the science fiction of space ships and extra-planetary adventures will become an interesting footnote in literary history, relegated, along with unicorns, to the land of unconsummatable fantasies. Always assuming there is sufficient civilisation left in a couple of centuries to support such pasttimes as literary history.

See? Optimism, still not my greatest virtue.

frantic activity.

A weekend of aimless wandering results in frantic activity. Today I knocked three to-do items off my list. Only two pieces of actual work left before the exam panicking can begin in earnest.

I should probably not entirely make up my response to the essay question on the "Yehoshua Controversy." I am, however, incredibly tempted to indulge in pure waffle.

(That would be bad.)

I have some thinky thoughts on Paul and Romans that I came up with while writing The Essay That Would Not Die. If I work out what I'm actually thinking, I'm sure I'll scribble it down here, sometime.

(Mainly along the lines of, "Wow, is that guy worried about death.")

Now I think I should perhaps go catch a train and fall over some more.

frantic activity.

A weekend of aimless wandering results in frantic activity. Today I knocked three to-do items off my list. Only two pieces of actual work left before the exam panicking can begin in earnest.

I should probably not entirely make up my response to the essay question on the "Yehoshua Controversy." I am, however, incredibly tempted to indulge in pure waffle.

(That would be bad.)

I have some thinky thoughts on Paul and Romans that I came up with while writing The Essay That Would Not Die. If I work out what I'm actually thinking, I'm sure I'll scribble it down here, sometime.

(Mainly along the lines of, "Wow, is that guy worried about death.")

Now I think I should perhaps go catch a train and fall over some more.