Lately I have had funny dreams.
In one of them, I was to take part in a musical. My role was an old sage. But I was upset because the play was being performed and my time to go on the stage was drawing near though I hadn't memorized any lines.
When I told my friends about the dream, they said in it was reflected an anxiety over my carrer as a philosopher. This interpretation strikes me true. For it has already taken me more than three weeks to read a book about embodied cognition that my supervisor told me to read. It seems impossible for me to be as well-read and cultured as others in the graduate school while leading such a busy life I am in.