Beowulf is making me a little crazy too. I would prefer to be working on this paper more joyfully. What am I so scared of, after all? That it will be great? That it will not be great? That I will not be done with it?

I think that I have solved the solution to the problem of the two kinds of the sublime, maybe, by. . .

1) suggesting as I already have that in longer laments, the sublime is sometimes suppressed from the surface of the text only to emerge at the level of figuration and rhetoric;

2) moving most of my discussion of the sublime to the explicitly OE chunks of the discussion.

That will be okay.