Maybe it's a sign that one has a rather serious fetish when, in the midst of discussing one's research project and ones academic future with ones department graduate adviser, one is distracted almost mid sentence by reading the title of Michel Foucault's Discipline and Punish off of the professor's office bookcase. This despite having read the book many times, both for courses and research. And knowing that the book is almost always on any English academic's bookshelves, including ones own.
Not that I'm saying this happened to me last week or anything, mind.
(But yes, I have read the book many times. For some reason my copy almost always falls open on the sketches of the spanking machine.)
