All my perceptions of elegance and beauty gone, or at least going.

By the end of the term my brain will be "as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage." Oh to change Cam for Isis! But such is my destiny; and, since it is so, be the pursuit contemptible, below contempt, or disgusting beyond abhorrence, I shall aim at no second place.

But three years! I cannot endure the thought.

I cannot bear to contemplate what I must have to undergo.

Farewell then Homer and Sophocles and Cicero.
Farewell happy fields Where joy for ever reigns Hail, horrors, hail, Infernal world! How does it proceed?
Milton's descriptions have been driven out of my head by such elegant expressions as the following [Long mathematical formula] My classics must be Woodhouse, and my amusements summing an infinite series.