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The most amazing thing arrived in my email inbox today: the syllabus for my next library class with all of the reading assignments included. The class doesn’t start until next Monday. This is a first and a happy surprise. I’ve never had this particular professor before but I love her already. The class, collection development, has gobs of reading but since I have it all ahead of time I can get a jump on things and not rush to try to cram it all in early next week. There will also be four assignments, two of them group projects. I’m not thrilled about that but I had such a good group experience in my last class that I am not dreading it for once. I am so not ready to think about school again yet but I guess I have to. Sigh.

Before the intrusion of my class syllabus I was debating whether to write about finishing Sappho or being panicked over embarking on Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus. I think I will go with the panic and save Sappho for tomorrow when, presumably, I will be calmer.

Because I don’t know anything about Sartor Resartus I decided that reading the introduction of my Oxford edition would be a good idea; I could get some background and find out what to expect. Usually reading introductions before the book itself is a bad idea because they tend to give everything away and pardon me if I still like to read a classic and be surprised by the story. In this case, there is nothing to give away because the book has no real plot per se. What the introduction has done, however, is terrify me.

Sartor Resartus is going to be a weird and difficult book and I am concerned I am not going to “get it.” Even the introduction left me scratching my head at times and I hope that is just because I have not read the book yet. Still, as I prepare to embark on the book, I find myself wondering what the heck I was thinking. I’ve been wanting to read the book for some time because Emerson and Carlyle were friends, Carlyle was important, and I have run across references to the book in various other books.