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Musings of a chemist, advocate of aestheticism

By: balthazar (School of Chemistry)
Competition Year: 2016
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University insists hedonism, the relentless pursuit of ones own satisfaction.
We like to think of ourselves as developed versions of our Victorian ancestors, yet this century is no more removed from the grandeur, the perverse... the beautiful,
“Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,
Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,
I must have you!”
You hear softly in your head; you hope that your degree will chill the hot whips of panic while you fail to decide your future, you fail to decide your persona, you fail to be content with ones self.
The pleasant distraction a degree provides is a temporary solace from the hard malice of the real word.
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