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Me, after writing the first two lines of a poem:

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Hamlet looking at the letter he forged to get his ex-besties killed

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Leopold Bloom and Meursault

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Hamlet and Lucky

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Molly Bloom and Mr Darcy

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Hagar Shipley (The Stone Angel) & King Lear

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The 3 stages of reading Ulysses:

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You vs the guy she told you not to worry about

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Why I write poetry:

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The Modernist Trinity

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Enter Pozzo and Lucky. Pozzo drives Lucky by means of a rope passed round his neck

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King Lear, after causing the deaths of his 3 daughters, one Earl, the Earl’s son and a war bw England & France:

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The perfect pickup line doesn’t exi…

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“Elegy written in a Country Churchyard is Gray’s best poem”

Me, an intellectual:

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Othello: How do you know Cassio loves my wife?

Iago: because—

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Babe are you okay, you haven’t touched your thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes.

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Eliot: Words move, music moves, only in time. Time before and time after. Through time time is conquered. To be conscious is not to be in time, isn’t it WB?

Yeats: I spit into the face of time, Tom.