"But I don't want to go among mad people," said Alice.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the cat. "We're all mad here."
the end is in sight
The light at the end of the tunnel is streaking in, and giving me energy to get through these last revisions, and emerge into the sunshine of post-dissertation glory!! Then the angels can descend, trumpets can ring, and bolts of enlightenment can strike me from the heavens, right? Like what was supposed to happen at my defense. But, this time, it will, right?