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After essentially finishing chapter one: an ideological introduction to my own personal hell, I discovered, much to my horror, that it made no sense. That’s what you get for trying to give a precise description of an ideology as slippery as the tao. So now it’s time to rewrite chapter one again. Perhaps the third time will be the charm.

I fear that the Brothers K have been relegated to said pile in favor of the contents of the English books shipment I just received (which are being rapidly consumed) and due to the never ending parade of books on fascism. Egads, I may never finish this book.

I actually wrote part of my thesis today, after spending yesterday browsing through theses that my advisor directed in the past. The shortest came in at over 400 pages.

I fear that if I write everything I know about my topic, I might reach the 20 page mark.

Thesis writing is the most humbling, terrifying thing ever conceived.