This morning on the radio I heard a report about a "kudzu-like explosion" of books by political figures, which gave me a wonderful image of invasive green vines bursting into flame, followed by a steady rain of leaves of books.
Then I arrived and experienced another kind of explosion: the postcolonial syllabus I completed yesterday (and saved over and over again) came up pretty much blank. The introductory material is still there, but all the assignments and all the page numbers for the readings had vanished. Fortunately, no one was in the office to hear the explosions that then occurred.
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