September 16, 2007
“It’s all a very noble academic pursuit,” he said. “A gaggle of highly-educated professionals gather around a table and tear each other to shreds. They’re off their rockers, the lot of them. About two hours in Terry, at some point, has probably called Marianne an ignorant slut (again); at least one inanimate object has been thrown. Possibly by Marainne, but Richard surprised us all last time. It’s always the quiet ones.” We approach the elevator, and he gets in. “If my conferences were like that, I’d be more apt to attend,” I said. “Nah,” he said, and the doors closed.