She was sitting there in the sunny lawn of Old Campus with thousands of other proud parents, waiting for the ceremonies to commence, when several students began passing out copies of the Yale Daily News. Thumbing through the pages, only half paying attention to what she was seeing, until she hits Section D and sees me in my glory, one-page wide, buck naked with my ass glowing like the moon. Horrified, she turned the paper over before anyone else could see, but her precautions were pointless; when she looked around she saw my ass multiplied a thousand times over as people all across the lawn opened their papers.
The organization of any complex arrangement hinges on the interplay of seemingly haphazard individual events.
Thursday, May 01, 2003
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