This really is reaching the level of a physical endurance test. I'm splashing my face with water every 10 minutes and snapping my fingers in front of my face to make sure I keep thinking instead of drifting. I'm becoming quite interested in what I'm writing about, (Rousseau, Wollstonecraft, Masculine-Feminine dichotomy) which is jsut one of those bizarre little things that quite often happens when the situation is already absurd.