Last night I read this portion of The Memoirs of Emma Courtney out-loud to my flatmate (who really, truly appreciates my academic orations) and we were astounded because we have this EXACT SAME conversation ALL THE TIME.

In fact, I think every person who has ever pursued a degree in the humanities or fine arts has had this conversation with themselves (while drinking alone), their parents (when asking for money), or their contemporaries (while bemoaning the fact that they cannot afford to go shopping or eat nice food).

My favourite part is the long-dash + exclamation mark combination.

Dependence! -- ...I felt my heart die within me...

Because this is the ugly truth: every night before I go to bed I look to the heavens and proclaim, WHY WAS I NOT EDUCATED FOR COMMERCE!?!