John McBride

I’m finding it difficult to express my frustration, and, despite what Wittgenstein says, language is not at fault here.  Rather, rage and exhaustion have left me, like a tearful Achilles, mute and restless, longing for the respite of sweet sleep.  Though come to think of it, Achilles was actually longing for Patrocolus, whereas I’m merely longing to be done with my bar application. However, while I might not be able to claim the same epic deeds I’m fairly certain I can match the Iliad’s epic length; I’ve just listed my twenty-seventh address (they want every address I’ve had since I was 16).  All legal institutions seem to play inverse games of chicken – rather than running towards each other you run away from each other and see who drops dead from exhaustion first.