A Bit Odd

Now up to Sonnet 46 in the great-sonnet-read-through and not feeling inclined to start rushing. It's all a bit too intense linguistically to try and go at any pace other than super slow - though, I must admit, you lose any sense of the overall design of the sequence. Maybe I should consider a brisk read-through of the first 50 once I get to the one-third mark (roughly) just to see how things cohere. The other kind of intensity involves the sheer oddness of what's going on in terms of the emotions being expressed. Is WS really serious, or is this some kind of literary exercise, or is it a bit of both? Paterson's position is that he really means it - most of the time. Kerrigan doesn't seem to care, which makes a kind of sense given the fact we'll never know.