Eventually your entire comment on a book will consist of “BS cf SK” or some such. That was my sister’s joke post PhD. Don’t know if you would cite Kierkegaard as an authority though.

Rereading Regency romances, because I don’t want to get anywhere near reality in my reading right now

I’m wearing black until that day, then I’m wearing a red dress for days. Basically until I stop smiling and singing “ding dong, the witch is dead.”