About

Hi, I’m Nina. I have recently finished my Ph.D student in Comparative Literature at Dublin City University, Ireland. My project focused on literary representations of virtual worlds and it was funded by the Irish Research Council.

Here, I natter about things the way I would if I were sitting in a pub with you having an animate discussion on Stuff.

I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds – No sooner am I alone than shapes of epic greatness are stationed around me, and serve my Spirit the office which is equivalent to a King’s bodyguard – then “Tragedy with scepter’d pall comes sweeping by.” According to my state of mind I am with Achilles shouting in the Trenches or with Theocritus in the Vales of Sicily. Or I throw my whole being into Troilus, and repeating those lines, “I wander like a lost Soul upon the stygian Banks staying for waftage,” I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone.

Keats, in a letter 

Advertisements