With all that plate-spinning, it was bound to happen.
First, I seem to have lost the final paper of one of my students. I graded it, recorded the grade, and remember it, but when I went to hand it back....nowhere to be found. Damn.
More grievously, I cannot find anywhere, at home or in my office, my reading copy of Paradise Lost. With 20 years worth of marginal notes. I don't think I'd have lent it to a student, but I have very blurry memory of the last hectic semester. I've turned my book-rooms over trying to find it. It's loss is, honestly, making me a little sick to my stomach, especially as I was going to spend the rest of the month writing an article on PL. Sure, I have other copies, but hells bells I simply can't lose the one with all my notes, cross-references, and ephemera slid in.
Portrait of Clara (as a chemist)
1 month ago
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You will find it. Just not look for it, and you will see it. Or, have me over. I am a notorious finder of other people's stuff.
Oh nooooooooooooooooo! I hope that they both suface soon. Especially the PL.
Happy mother's day!
Did you look in your car?
Update: it was underneath the Bible by my bed. It's rightful place, obviously. Huge sigh of relief.
Oops. Its.
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