I’ve turned off my phone. I’ve closed my e-mail program and signed out of MSN and AIM instant messenger. When I’m done with this entry, I’ll close my web browser, too. In front of me is a bottle of orange juice, a Trader Joe’s Middle East Feast, a fork, and this computer. Behind me, laid out on the bed and floor, are all of the reading materials for “Romanticism and History,” taught by Hugh Roberts. I’m about to start on my take-home test: one question for two hours, one question for one hour. I’ll turn on iTunes and listen to only melancholy music, like the Smiths and Nick Drake–the kind of thing Shelley or Byron would listen to if they were around today. As of right now, it is the late 18th and early 19th century, in England and France.
And awayyy we go!