A friend of mine sent me a photograph of a woman smoking, looking off into the distance. Her belly is the glorious rotundity of pregancy. The caption reads, “Marianne Williamson, 35, a Bullitt Avenue resident, worries about the effect on her unborn child from the sound of jackhammers.”
Yes, human beings are stupid monkeys.
I asked the dining hall head for the evening off from dinner. He asked if there was any particular reason. I said that no, there wasn’t really any particular reason. He responded with a short list of who is NOT at dinner in the school dining hall on Thursdays. It was kind of like saying that McGonigle, Snape, Hagrid, Sprout, Lupin, and Dumbledore were away on pressing business.
The dining hall head basically told me, in a roundabout way, “On Thursday nights, you’re in charge. Try to keep the trolls out of the kitchen, and the kids in the dining room where it’s safe, until after dinner.”