My weekends are slipping by now, as I lurch towards my exams. Just one more extended essay on ethics to go, then tidying everything up, then head down for the finals. Fortunately, I seem to be enjoying philosophy more and more as I go on. .So much so that I’ve taken to waking up early on study days, raring to get into the library. Tragic, comic, or convenient? A mixture of all three, I suppose…
Thankful, too, that I am well looked after and have frequent good times with neighbours. If it was all books and only books, I fear even my enthusiasm would tail off. I think Hume strongly advised occasional bouts of beer and billiards for when the philosophy became too puzzling.
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