“The Tipping Point”
Look at that sky. It’s almost sitting on the windscreen. Whose idea was it to hold the Summer School up in the wilds this year? I know my sweet Americans would follow me to the ends of the earth for my thoughts on the Bard; and I know Stratford venues are stratospheric these days. But all this way...
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Journal of the Short Story in English
2011
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| Online Access: | Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM |
| Summary: | Look at that sky. It’s almost sitting on the windscreen. Whose idea was it to hold the Summer School up in the wilds this year? I know my sweet Americans would follow me to the ends of the earth for my thoughts on the Bard; and I know Stratford venues are stratospheric these days. But all this way to study the Scottish play in situ smacks of desperation. If ever a sky looked daggers, this is it.I was quite looking forward to the drive, actually. Impossible to get lost, my esteemed colleague ... |
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