/lit/ - Literature

>tfw I saw a romantic couple laughing and drunkenly supporting one another as they left one of the many Leaking Cauldron-esque inns of Oxford and made their way home down the ancient, traditional cobbled streets towards their aesthetically awe-inspiring, architecturally mind-blowing college quads where they are very likely to be kissing, snogging, hugging or indeed engaging in acts of physical inter-penetration as I write this and as I trudge home anxious that my shoes (well-heeled, smart and also freshly blackened) are creating too much of a noise on the ancient flagstones or that the students I pass fear that I am some kind of wretched working-class (poor) Ripper-type who is lurking around most sinisterly in order to carry out deeds most foul upon the Elite, handsome, genetically top-tier, academically astonishing student body.