What was real, what was not? I couldn’t decipher the difference, and it was exhausting. I could not concentrate on my academic work. I could not understand what I was reading, nor was I able to follow the lectures. And I certainly couldn’t write anything intelligible. So I would write something unintelligible, just to have a paper to hand to my tutor each time we met. Understandably, my tutor was flummoxed. “This is not acceptable, Miss Saks,” he said. He was neither angry nor cold, but he was somewhat disbelieving. “Surely you can agree?” he asked. “Because, you see, the work here is hard to
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