One paper down, with one of the most fun phrases ("Lynchian dystopia", a city that's too legible) and one of the truest conclusions ("In this sense, novels are their own societies, 'second worlds': people merely live in them as they read") that I've ever written.
One more to go, and I get to write it on my historical counterpart. Yay.
One more to go, and I get to write it on my historical counterpart. Yay.