My life, I felt, had been assigned a monetary value I knew what I was worth, and I couldn’t afford it, so all the better to cash out early

I never had an expectation of becoming rich. I didn’t care about money. My MA fed an intellectual curiosity that eventually led me to newspapers, and I don’t regret that my translation of The Dream of the Rood from Old English to contemporary vernacular was not a terribly marketable or even applicable skill. Continuar leyendo →