. . . And women, if it comes to that (I won't discriminate).
Oh, you who look to the ivory tower as the bastion of human knowledge you so desperately want it to be, let me assure you, it is a refuge for knaves, scoundrels and sycophants of the first order. You will never escape unmolested; you will clap your hands to you ears to block the bleating of herds, the shrieks and hoots of scornful children. Absolutely, positively no escape. Academes crave drama like anyone else -- perhaps even more so -- to fritter away precious breaths and hours in order to ignore the yawning abyss that awaits us all. Everything is at stake because precisely nothing is. Molehills for mountains, teapotted tempests for tumults . . . these will be yours for the price of admission. Manufactories of drama, theatres of petty resentment -- in short, today's university English departments.
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