Reasons to be Cheerful 2: I'm Coleridge!

Here's something I found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/sollersuk/ , and I just had to take it away and play with it.


You are Samuel Taylor Coleridge! The infamous
"archangel a little damaged!" You
took drugs and talked for hours, it's true, but
you also made a conscious choice to cultivate
the image of the deranged poet in a frenzy of
genius. You claimed you wrote "Kubla
Khan" in an afternoon after a laudanum,
when you pretty manifestly did no such thing.
You and your flashing eyes and floating hair.
And your brilliant scholarship and obvious
genius.


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Naturally I'm delighted that someone has finally noticed the turbulent genius lurking under my deceptively mild-mannered academic exterior. But if I'm such a frenzied genius, how come I'm stuck in my office checking the most tedious exam papers in the whole department? ( rather like marking them but not nearly so exciting.) I defy even the real Coleridge to get a poem out of that.

Can anyone give me any more reasons to be cheerful? I've got to finish this marking today, and I think even being Coleridge isn't going to keep me sane for a whole afternoon.

Laudanum, anyone?