Hi, Lemony! How many words will appear in the title of the fourth question?
That’s the wrong question. You should be asking “Does the title of the fourth volume of All The Wrong Questions have anything in common with a religious holiday celebrated in the Spring?”
The creator of this work is a mystery. Much like the shadowy author responsible for declaring it the 13th and final winner of Lemony Snicket’s #ATWQFanArt contest, the artist responsible for tekcinS dna noskraM has disappeared just as they were about to be publicly identified.
Is this your work? Do you know who it belongs to? Will you contact us here? Is there some sort of conspiracy afoot? Why has tumblr wiped the original post from this search? How is it we saved an image of the art, but kept no record of the artist? Is that any of your business? These are all the wrong questions.
Our hope is that this post is reblogged until the winner is found and united with their prizes, because prizes don’t enjoy waiting around on the desks of publishing interns who aren’t allowed to go home until all the prizes for Mr. Snicket’s contest have been shipped. Oh mysterious artist responsible for tekcinS dna noskraM, won’t you show yourself so your prizes no longer have to listen to the publishing intern complain about not being able to go home?
The shadowy author will sit in a room filled with technology and be interrogated by a TIME for Kids reporter, who will ask all the wrong questions and receive some alarming answers—assuming of course that this mysterious man actually shows up…
However, if you’re looking for additional ways to squander your valuable time, look no further than Lemony Snicket’s You Choose the Mystery - an interactive youtube adventure where YOU decide what happens next.
Mr. Snicket, I am in graduate school for an English degree. Will it ever be worth it? Would it be agreeable if I lit homework assignments on fire to deal with my workload? Please send help soon as I am drowning in a mountain of papers.
The study of literature is nothing but a mountain of papers. If do not think it is worth it now, it is unlikely you’ll find it worthwhile later—-it is like a medical student tiring of cadavers. Best of luck in your alternate career as an arsonist, although be warned: I’ve met quite a few in my line of work and all of them, similarly, wonder if it was worth it.
My teachers and peers keep pressuring me to find what I want to do after college. But I find I'm so stressed and lost that I don't even know what I love to do. There isn't any time, and there isn't any feeling anywhere. Everything makes me so anxious that I can't imagine what I would do if I didn't feel this way. How do I get enough of my life in my grasp to live it?
It is not unusual, at the end of any bout of training, to feel anxious about the next steps. One must find an interesting place to live—preferably with a lot of bookshelves—and interesting people with whom to do it. Then you will find there is all the time in the world to sit with these books and people and converse, and from these conversations life will spring.