In a recent issue of The Chronicle of Higher Education, a professor going by the pseudonym of Thomas H. Benton wrote an essay about the reality one faces in attempting to do graduate work in a subject such as English literature. His essay brings to light all of the complex feelings, thoughts, and emotions which clouded my own mind in trying to discern whether to pursue English or theology for my Ph.D work. A year into my seminary education, I still have mixed feelings. I deeply miss the world of literature. I yearn to read and write poetry, to discuss Bakhtin and Dostoevsky, to ponder post-structural literary criticism, to perform works of Shakespeare on a Sunday afternoon (or in Hay-on-Wye, as the case was in 2003). It's not just nostalgia; it's a physical pain, a sense of emptiness where the inscape of Hopkins and the fragmentation of "The Waste Land" once resided. I can only hope and pray that someday I will recover a taste of what I have lost. And hopefully my own graduate work will never extinguish the love for literature that brought me here in the first place.