I'm an English PhD student and I'll admit that from a financial standpoint I've chosen the wrong career path. But I did not choose it for the promise of riches, but rather for the love of ideas and art. I do it because I love it. But, the material realities of my life demand a certain level of financial stability (gotta pay those bills). Talk of career prospects in humanities graduate departments tends to be highly pessimistic. Our professors encourage us further in advanced degrees, yet warn of the hard road ahead. Few tenured teaching positions at universities, few publishers interested in converting your dissertation on medieval literature into a book, few editorial positions at scholarly print journals. We dread the coming day of graduation with anxious thoughts about the Death of the University, the Death of the Scholar. "No one is reading anymore!," we lament and complain, blaming the problem on a disinterested public.