Late one night, as I was desperately trying to finish cramming and get at least 3 hours of sleep before the next day's exam, as dawn was breaking and the birds started singing in Chapel Court outside, I decided, screw it, I'm reading Simon Baron-Cohen's lectures, and hoping an essay question comes out from there.
And as I sat there, reading the great man's work, for the first time in all the long years of study it took to get here--
--it didn't feel like work.
In fact, I even got carried away.
I NEVER get carried away reading medical lectures.
I wonder what that means.