So the seminar was supposed to be about literary theory since, after all, the title was--wait, let me remember...--oh yes, "Literary Theory." But you wind up reading all kinds of random stuff, including short stories, fables, the incoherent ramblings of various French and German deconstructionists, etc. etc. And then--poof--one of those crazy deconstructionists up and dies and you wind up reading their ten magnum opi for the rest of the semester.
Sample sentence: Literary theory makes my brain want to run and hide.
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