Somehow usually when you see a paper you've poured months into lying all spread out, it never seems as substantial as you want it to. This time, 50 pages later, and enjoyable months of research laughing over 19th century food stuffs, this dissertation feels thick enough. And knowing that it will always have a spot, bound, and on the shelves at the Courtauld Library, feels really really good. Once this gets handed in today it's officially summer... and then real life.
