O! worthy followers, if thou hast begun to fret over the absence of our noble narrator, I wouldst put thy mind at ease. She hath not fallen over the edge of the earth, nor hath she been devoured by untamed undergraduates. She hast, however, been right ardently engaged in the desperate pursuit of that most fearsome and terrifying of beasts--The Four-Headed Thesis Dragon of Academic Dread.
Excepting a fortnight of respite in the fair state of Maryland (and a pause now and then to enjoy the elusive Scottish sun), she hath been stalking restlessly the evasive, volatile and down-right frustrating Dragon. She hath scaled the Mountains of Books, explored the vast, meandering dark Caverns of Historical Evidence, perched precariously on the Peaks of Enlightenment, and yea, verily, even slogged through the Morass of Despondency.
In the fickle elements of the Scottish summer, that vile foe, The Four-Headed Thesis Dragon of Academic Dread, sprouted yet another head. The struggle to once again cut the Dragon down to size has engaged much of our valiant heroine's attention and energy.
But she shall not be thwarted. Though weary of mind and body, she shall not yield (often). She presses onward, determined to slay the beast, one head at a time, by the Feast of Our Lord's Nativity... yea, verily, yea.
