if i can only write it in time, this paper might really be something good, i feel. it takes a lot of time for ideas to settle into shape in my head, but they have, and i can now write. it's blossomed into a larger idea than i expected to have to deal with though, so it might take past monday, but anyway, i think i shall call it "riddles as images of loss", after the rokem essay, but it will be about enigmatic elegies, love and destruction, and a lot of melodramatic things like that about dying, plus a bit of psycho-structural claptrap. and various happy paleographic accidents actually further my argument, hooray, she says. now if only i weren't so sleepy....