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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Hello from France. You know the drill. I'm here but I'm not here: in so-called Canada, in a library room called France, writing about someone from Italy who survived a place in Poland that a million or more didn't.
What_made_you_cry_today? Not that. Just syntax, universal_fucking_grammar. The taxes of syn are depth.
But irreligiously now. I don't want Sigwan (syntax prof) to have such a poor excuse for a TA (me), so I need to read up on things before class. I was pretty much useless when people asked me questions today.
Then there was lots of talking in the TA room, so I'm in France now. Syntax in the USA - the trees seem okay but I need to brush up on my substitution tests. Substitute that for the Primo Levi essay, which I'm late on because ancient Egypt swallowed up so much of my time, then mummified it and drew a bunch of birds that meant sounds on the coffin. Every Bird Is a Word We Teach to Sing? Old Egyptian's midterm election voted me close to the boast of 100% but not quite, no cherie on top, dear me. But then I was pretty much useless as a syntax TA today. "I don't know. Ask the prof. I don't know. Ask her."
So I'm not universal, not Ms. International. Miss internal. Liver and lungs, pals for life. I gave you both vitamin D, divide it how you like. "I'm just riffing," says Prof. Name-with-two-Vs when he means that he's speculating. Spelunking is a word where you want to remove the e. Splunking not flunking. How it can sound dirty, or at least internal. Internal concerns. Think global, act local - as if we can help it.
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