Chapter 15 Doctorate Celebration And Proposal

• Three years of sleepless nights and endless drafts culminated in a single wooden podium. The grand lecture hall smelled of aged paper and floor wax. Four senior professors sat behind a long desk, their faces unreadable as I delivered my closing statement.
• "In conclusion, the evolution of satire in nineteenth-century literature relies entirely on social subversion," I said, resting my hands flat against the wooden edges. "Thank you for your time."
• The lead supervisor lowered his reading glasses, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Congratulations, Dr. Freya Barnes. Your dissertation is officially accepted."