"Later, after the men in jumpsuits had driven up and begun digging the hole, Stevick would remember that the guy on the bench beside him had been gazing puzzledly into the cone of his large coffee and had tried to interest him in the question of whether the café’s brew aftertasted of soap or not. This day was gray, with heavy portents of rain."
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A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table
This looks incredibly interesting on the nature of academic culture and why it even exists (still!).
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