Monday, September 29, 2003

Thank God for cold weather!

I teach philosophy in a college. My students are mostly women, and average around 19-20 years old. Like most women their age, they don't seem to like to wear clothing. If consideration for their poor male teachers won't induce them to put clothes on, perhaps cold weather will.

I'm with King Lear:

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!

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