Pretty much only Americanist historians will get my title. Oh well.
Why do professors think they can go 2 hrs+ without a potty break? Yes, I know we can get up and go anytime, really; it’s not kindergarten. Still, we grad students hang on every word that slide out of their sexy learned lips, and it feels rude.
Haven’t got much to say so I’m going to borrow college friend A’s quote to celebrate V-day tomorrow. Happy snugglage to you all!
If we consider men and women generally, and apart from their professions or occupations, there is only one situation I can think of in which they almost pull themselves up by their bootstraps, making an effort to read better than they usually do. When they are in love, and are reading a love letter, they read for all they are worth. They read every word three ways; they read between the lines and in the margins; they read the whole in terms of the parts, and each part in terms of the whole; they grow sensitive to context and ambiguity, to insinuation and implication; they perceive the color of words, the odor of phrases, and the weight of sentences. They may even take the punctuation into account. Then, if never before and after, they read.
–Mortimer Adler, How to Speak, How to Listen
