This is one of those times.
Trivial aggravation: I'm reading this dissertation and it's not really bad, exactly--in fact, the student knows a tremendous amount and is impressively erudite--but it's just driving me crazy, because none of the 80-page chapters seem to have a central argument and the writing is frankly rather purple and why do all the critics have to be praised as "erudite" or "insightful" when they're introduced? and there are all manner of unsubstantiated claims being made--claims that plausibly could be substantiated, but they're not, so I need to keep commenting, and the commenting slows me down in doing a task that is already just boring because, again, I don't know what the central argument is.
A thesis is just so damn important.
And then you need to stay on topic, too. There's that.
This student is quite lovely in all other ways, and is not particularly interested in a research career, so the thing doesn't have to be publishable. It'll be defendable, in the end, with revision.
And s/he's done his/her research. And knows like six languages, so that's cool.
But OH MY GOD I have 48 pages to go and it's just...so...tiresome.
/end rant of the privileged.
(This is my Saturday night.)