Wednesday, May 10, 2006

1:37 am thesis writing: an excerpt from WfA

"I looked at the papers spilling out of a thick folder on my table. The words and sentences, joined end to end, looked ominously like chains, binding me forever to this table. I felt a deep, almost fanatical loathing for them. Two years, and still no single sentence made sense to me. Standing by the window, staring at the manuscript, I felt, with epiphanic clarity, that if I sat down and picked up my pen and added a sentence more to this jumbled mass, I'd die."

Helon Habila, Waiting for an Angel, (New York: Norton, 2002) p. 110.

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