Oh, the many distractions of the library

Thanks to all for the birthday wishes! (newredshoes is still a genius.) ♥ ♥

So far this morning, I've written a page of my new-and-improved thesis introduction. On the one hand, it seems counterproductive to be re-typing all of this content that I already have down in a rough form. But on the other, it's been ages since I've actually thought about TS Eliot's "Tradition and the Individual Talent" or many of the other non-Stoppard texts I'm using.

The rest of the time, I've been zoning out at a table in the library's main reading room (the stained-glass college seals on the windows are mesmerizing), and finding more things to help me waste time later. Almost Famous magically appeared on the DVD return shelf, I renewed Pi, and found out that our library actually owns a copy of Neverwhere. (I spent most of Saturday and Sunday finally reading Anansi Boys, and obviously one book wasn't enough.)

Anyway. Does "19th-century flamboyant playwright-critic-author-poet-martyr" sum up Oscar Wilde adequately enough for everyone?