i fear that i am rather imasculated just now - a feminist too far - i have disavowed with lies my manly predilictions. behind my frail partition, i bathe and drink tea and study like a girl (as poor old worker matt would doubtless point out if he were near enough to observe my texts and my agitation). but then in a moment i am cheered. i actually dislike this betjemin foist upon my idling self in the afternoons. i only like the jolly one.