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I had hoped that a joyful vista would open up before me when I graduated – high praise had rained down on me throughout all my years of study! But no offers came my way, the phone was silent in my flat. Vika and Nadia were applying for post grad places – offers were made, help was at hand, and I was certain: they would be accepted. But as for me, I just got a whole load of bubbles. Who knows why…
Actually, I do. Because Spring has to seek admission from Winter, and Summer from Spring. Otherwise there would be neither Spring nor Summer, and instead, our worst fears would come true. You have to beg the masters of another’s illegitimacy for that to which you have full right, and they reply with the knock of dry bones seemingly borrowed from a Shostakovich symphony. You pawn yourself not
