Ohhhh, the sheer unending grinding, aching, draining, wearing, grinding pain of writing a thesis.
Truly, my friends, of making many revisions there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
(Ecclesiastes 12: 12, postgrad paraphrase).
Meanwhile, some unconnected stuff:
* a moral dilemma over the Lisbon treaty. Is it possible to pledge to buy an Irish friend a pint of Guinness and a £5 bet if Ireland votes no to the treaty, without condoning gambling?
* the first part of this post is the clearest thing I’ve ever seen on Helm’s Deep