Alice Sanders

I am, resoundingly, not a morning person. The precise moment at which my alarm clock begins to beep is, without fail, the worst of my day.

I feel slightly like a fraud when I confess that I never swore Bodley’s above oath, displayed on the entrance desk to Duke Humfrey’s Library. That isn’t to say that I would ever act against it.

It is easy to denounce burnout as a masquerade if you have never watched a candle burn itself out.