In Which the Chocolate Lady's Soundness is Interrogated
I was in the library returning a book this morning, when I ran into a colleague. Before I even had a chance to say hello, she shouted “Are you out of your bloody mind?” She was not referring to my willingness to part with Stone’s Queer Commentary and the Hebrew Bible (It was recalled; I had no choice), but, as the careful reader has already guessed, to my decortication-related confessions of the weekend. You think I’m barking now? Hu-ha. Wait until you hear about the salt-rising bread.