I was a pagan, pure and easy; a sensualist; sensitive to touch and color and fragrance and odour and sounds of every description; a creature of intuition, of spontaneous points of interest, given to illogical fancies and attachments. Learn no further if you are delicate to spoilers. As I neared the end of my doctorate in 2013, I learn an essay by Rebecca Schuman, which argued that "getting a literature PhD will turn you into an emotional trainwreck, not a professor".