So I did finish that essay in time, and I’ve just come back from a really hilarious (“So, have literature ever turned you on?”) and informative supervision on it. I love my subject; I love the ARMY OF BOYFRIENDS, I love Achilles Tatius’ sly jokes at philosophy’s expense and I love the glee with which Goldhill launches prudish girls into unmentionable subjects. And I think my essay was alright, in the end, though the last hour and a half have shown me how much I overlooked. I haven’t been able to decipher his comments yet, either.
Iolanthe-wise, we’ve another run tonight, another tomorrow, and that’s it: we’re into the technical and dress rehearsals. Tonight could be a stressful evening, but hopefully it’ll be constructive.