I turned in my paper on The Woman in the Dunes during the class break, and for the first time, I had to go right up to the instructor and speak to him about a practical matter... a new, relative intimacy, however academic, given that up to that point our entire relationship consisted of the comments I've made to the class as a whole.

I said nothing during the discussion tonight, not having finished the book (because I didn't connect with it very much). I missed some hand outs last week, so the instructor gave me his books to read between tonight and next week.