I can’t believe Daria’s missing this. I can’t believe she’s staying at homes. Sensible woman. She can’t stand it when we’re drunk and doomy, she says. But we’re always dark and doomy.
She’s staying in to write her magnum opus – that’s what she’s doing. It’s her ticket to a job somewhere else – that’s what she things. She’s on the way out. She just wants to pass through our skies like a meteor.
Don’t meteors burn up?
Like a comet, then.
She has other plans … Maybe to bust out of Philosophy altogether.
Into what?
Comparative Literature, maybe. Modern Languages.
A cunning move.
Though Modern Languages are doomed. And Comparative Literature doesn’t really exist in the UK. America, maybe.
America … is that where she wants to go? What a move …
Anyway, she’s got her head down … wants to complete her monograph, and then she’ll be off …That’s why she’s indifferent to the whole Organisational Management thing. She’s not like us. She won’t go down with the ship. She won’t be shipwrecked, with the philosophical ship.
Work in Progress 