It’s halfway through the second block, and the time has
come to speak of tiredness. October has lumbered onto the scene,
mopey and long-faced. The rains have come . . . as have the words
“exhausted,” “knackered,”
“spent,” “wiped,” “cracked,”
and “ponied.” Yes, ponied. These tired old horses are
falling behind the young horses of yesterday. These hours and days
are running into each other and falling over. Here we are, a puddle
of students, panting, squinting, and gnomish.
These days, every other student I ...