"She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble." - Virginia Woolf
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Reading as poaching
Here's my first online presentation as an iSchool student! Just thought I'd share. The topic I'm presenting on is Michel de Certeau's "Reading as Poaching" from The Practice of Everyday Life.
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