I had my first nightmare about university work the night before last (oddly, it was set in my secondary school, a few hundred miles away from the scene of the crime), yet I still can’t bring myself to actually write these four thousand words about the relationship between pleasure and power in Marlowe’s work (and I love Marlowe, I just prefer to listen to Graham Coxon).
And I posted on my blogspot the other day and forgot to post here - whoops.
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