With some long-term projects - my MA dissertation on illness and the nineteenth-century short story, for example - you see a clear and small prick of light towards which you are tunnelling, and the task is to fumble around in the dark and dust of the archives and libraries to reach it. With this PhD, however, I feel like I am standing in a large, windowed room like the top of a
lighthouse with ideas streaming in like light from all sides, with a full circle of limitless horizons. My first task is to run around and frantically close some blinds, limit the directions in which I could turn, making the brightness that at the moment is swamping me into a smaller, narrower beam of light towards which I can begin to tread.
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