Essay Blues

"Still I feel so gay, in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring..."
I know it is spring and almost summer, but I was listening to Frank Sinatra and this line was so beautiful that I have to put it down on my blog before I forget.

Am busy reading up for my second essay: "The concept of sexual perversion is like the grin of the Cheshire cat. It lingers on even when the conditions of its possibility have been removed. Discuss."

Busy busy day ahead!