May I just leave now, please?
In an hour, it will be over and I will be able to think about other things. This afternoon, I am to moderate our class discussion on Whitman's Preface to Leaves of Grass. Having read a number of critical essays on Whitman's philosophy, I have a vague impression of what he is trying to articulate. I wrote nine questions to pose to my classmates to get our disucssion started, and going back over the list, I am not even sure I can answer them. This could be awful. It probably will be. But soon it will be over, that is my great consolation!