i feel vindicated against my fear that i could not write anymore (this of course would be precisely because in four weeks i will be called upon to write) but now i want to quit for the day because it was such a nice effort. i would hate to ruin my newly-elevated self esteem by getting confused by, say, Derrida or Deleuze.
it does concern me though that i can't seem to shut up in less than three pages per author and my writtens will consist of about ten pages per entire field of authors. how on earth am i supposed to prove my 'mastery' of a field in only ten pages?
something about all this seems slightly farcical given that study is by nature interminable and destined always to be stuck in apprenticeship. mastery my ass.