Monday, March 23, 2015

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The morning finds me in a hotel, waiting for breakfast in advance of the first of two job interviews I have in two days. There are few people about; indeed, I have only seen hotel staff as yet today. It is somehow eerie, and I think that this is in some ways what it is like to be wealthy, to be alone save for those paid to be of service amid plenty. I am not cut out for the experience, I think. It sits oddly with me.

Th eplenty does, at least. The feeling of being largely isolated is long familiar, as I imagine is the case for others who study as I have and still do. The humanities conduce to being away from others, the mind-work involved admitting of little distracton of sociability. But breakfast has come...

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