As dawn breaks on the cusp of yet another new day, Sir Jamus the Lionhearted, knight of the Order of Econ, rises yet again to do battle with the indomitable Dissertation Dragon. The dragon's constitution is thick, and its purpose inscrutable, but the faint call of graduation ignites his failing heart and soul. Ten months he has fought; nay, some say eleven: Yet hardly a kink in that evil armor of Greek brass and Arab steel. With thunderous roars, flames of mathematical logic and differential calculus spew forth from the beast's razor-toothed maw, renewing Sir Jamus' inner demons: Errors of calculation, lapses in deductive proofs, and the deepest fear of all: An acute sense of the irrelevance of the research agenda. Valiantly, nonetheless, he enjoins again into the perils of another engagement.