City Made of Dreams

I find it very ironic that my AS English exam takesplace on the 25th of May and I am debating whether or not to find a lilac ribbon and wear it for luck or something. Although I have the niggling doubt that that isn't really the point of wearing lilac tomorrow.

That will probably only make sense to Discworld fans....

Anyway, the subjects of this exams are old Will's sonnets and "A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters" by Julian Barnes. 

Barnes I can get good marks on if I have a couple of hours rather than fifty odd minutes and sonnets are quite lovely so....

Mind you my revision last night eventually deteriorated into trying to find *hem hem* phallic symbols in the sonnets, it wasn't difficult really, practically any line you care to mention can be well...taken the wrong way (much like the last bit of that sentence). 

"And my next self thou harder hast engross'd"
  
Even, and I hate to do this because it is my absolute favorite sonnet:

"Rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles compass come"

Oh dear....

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