I am buried, right now. Under deadlines.
That was just a bit Joycean.
This one is more Joycean:
I am buried. Right. Now. And-er dead. Lines.
(Actually, there is also a touch of Arundhati Roy here.)
I can’t help imagining how a sub-ed would react to this: coming from a nobody. Not even a native speaker of the Global Language.
(The rant and the rave are yet to follow. They will come. I promise.)
(प्राण जाएं पर वचन न जाए)