/lit/ - Literature

>tfw perfect Spring day here at the universally renowned, academically unsurpassable University of Oxford
>tfw spent the early morning walking down aesthetically awe-inspiring side-streets with wisteria growing most wisteria-like along the ancient walls
>tfw decided to complete my examinations for the year before deciding if I'm to take a year out of my studies next year
>tfw currently studying for more than nine hours each day in my historic room or in one of the various world famous, architecturally distinct libraries
>tfw this morning I had to stop in the middle of the street after experiencing the sudden, intense, overwhelming realization that life is in fact an extremely beautiful and wondrous thing, and that beauty needn't always be undermined and marred by the fact that poverty, mediocrity and ugliness exist
>tfw felt as if I was walking on the moon after experiencing this noumenal-esque experience and returned to my room with a renewed sense of vigour, alertness and self-confidence
>tfw briefly saw my previously hopefully-soon-to-be privately educated (~£36,000 a year fees, excluding additional costs), Elite, genetically profound, English Rose, cute-as-a-button girlfriend yesterday and she looked more Hermione-esque than ever studying in the library
>tfw she still texts me often and has apparently broken up with her privately educated, "nice", ambitious, global traveller future millionaire boyfriend

A truly refined day here at the University of Oxford. Truly, Sunday is the kind of day where an individual may truly appreciate their life (should said life be worthy of appreciation) and appreciate their town or city for what it is.

What are you reading on this fine Sunday /lit/?