Originally published for a nineteenth-century British literature course. Ignore the madness.

I hate it when technology turns on you. This is just like the time my phone accidentally sent a text message containing a spicy secret to the gossip queen of my high school, which resulted in World Wars Episode III Electric Boogaloo: The Fight’s Back On, in theatres near you, next summer. Of course, it is not exactly the same as my phone wasn’t really capable of sending said text without being instructed to do so, but let’s just skip that fact, all right?

Two hours ago, I had written a whole piece about Dorian Gray and The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus; it was hilarious, it was insightful, it was Pulitzer Prize- and Nobel Prize-worthy, to be honest. However, Pauw & Witteman—I cannot stand Pauw with his smug questions, but that’s an aside—well, obviously it is, otherwise I wouldn’t be using em dashes, but, anyway—started broadcasting at eleven, and Ayaan Hirsi Ali was on tonight, so I just had to watch—did anyone see yesterday’s episode with Komrij? Snappish! He would have been a great addition to the spicy conflict-starter group I belonged to in high school.

To arrive at the station, I will fast-forward to the actual point now: TextEdit saw it fit to crash, and I had forgotten to save the thing. Yes. I’m supposed to be a writer, yet I cannot remember one of the most important rules of digital writing: SAVE, SAVE, SAVE, PRESS IT EVERY FIVE SECONDS. Too bad I’m not a Catholic anymore; I would have finally had something to confess. (… Who am I kidding?)

So. Bye, bye, Nobel. Oh, well. It’s not like winning a Nobel Prize’s really that important anymore after Obama’s win. #ohsnap

To summarise: Dorian. Faust. Dr Faustus. Indulgence. Harry -> devil. ”[...] every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.” Great quote by Basil. Nothing to do with Faustian qualities, but still. #confusedmuch #jointheclub #fiftyeuroentrancefee