A woman who chooses to be a philosopher creating in her own right has little tolerance for the droning of academented professors who re-search and re-gurgitate the babble of dead men endlessly.

In your group, collect all the yellow and grey post-its together. Then pass them on to another group.

In the back room and understeps, recessed lights are used.

My one hope of the world, my inexpugnable consolation in looking at the miseries of the world, is that this is altering.