Shameless boasting
Io sono quel gran medico,
dottore enciclopedico
chiamato Dulcamara,
la cui virtù preclara
e i portenti infiniti
son noti in tutto il mondo… e in altri siti.[I am the great physician, the walking encyclopedia, Doctor Dulcamara; my skill is famous, and my boundless marvels are known all over the world … and in other places.]
— L’Elisir d’Amore, act 1, scene 5
That article I’ve been working on, in fits and starts, for months? This afternoon I locked myself in my office, shackled myself to the desk, and finished it, all but for a couple of citations to chase down and some last-minute grooming. I had forgotten the goofy feeling of triumph that comes of finishing a big piece of writing. Done! Just call me dottoressa enciclopedica! (And this is what happens when you listen to Donizetti for hours while writing.)
Hurrah! This is great news! Congratulations, and a (metaphorical) wine glass raised to your honor. (I wish it was more than metaphorical, but I’ve got too much homework to do, alas…)
Congrats!