Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Tenure never looked so unglorious as when someone being forced out must accept a token hunk of crystal beside a photo of himself on an easel with his bio, in a room lined in illuminated glass cabinets full of jade curio and the tightly stitched who utter “interesting” and “extraordinary” and speeches, and other empty pageantry that only a wine bar makes tolerable.


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