Today, I had 2 very meaningful discussions, one with my Dickens lecturer, and the other with my thesis supervisor.
I'm going to be looking at religious depictions in Dickens' novels. This marries my two great interests - religion and literature. I'm very happy with that.
With my sup, we discussed Mary Shelley's novella Matilda, a bizarre work where Matilda's father declares his love for her! Shelley's really a crazy genius. While her writing is definitely not as stylish as Jane Austen's or Charlotte Bronte's, her boundless imagination is amazing.
Back in college for dinner, and I met this year 12 boy who's visiting. He's Malaysian but he's been in Oz for 3 years and he told me he's picked up the Aussie accent because people can't understand the Malaysian/Singaporean accent.
Well, I guess at 28, my accent is more or less settled and I'll not be able to pick up any Western accent. As long as I speak grammatically, that'll be alright.
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