The disdain for literary disquisition, for the study of literary discourse, otherwise termed as ‘useless’ knowledge, prevails upon modern society.
The society of Perry and Wall Street, of apathetic unabombers that respond to the call of, Letterman and Leno
who in turn idolize Carson and Allen,
who in turn revere acts of self-deprecation and unrelenting mockery. (They do boost ratings, after all.)
The English Major is grounded on the works of others (much like late night television), though it has been said its foundation is less than formidable, its irrelevance unmistakable and its study of fiction ineffectual and unavailing. It is the revision of lives not yet lived, of lives that most likely never will be lived, a lazy acquiescence to our fate and our lack of ambition in a world driven by purpose and determination. Fiction is not factual or truly applicable to the frictions of…
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