In the course of doing what must be done during this time of transition, I fell despondent upon the discovery that two of my best papers from graduate school had disappeared from my documents. However, upon a diligent search of my musty and disorganized office space (a.k.a. one corner of the living room), I discovered the delinquent essays residing on a dusty, undated, and poorly labeled CD, complete and intact. So rejoice with me, for I have found my missing files.
Also, for reasons now obscure, I discovered on the same CD that I had copied out John Donne's Holy Sonnet 14, probably because I fancied it and for no other reason:
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy:
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.