If we were mannerists, I would describe our ‘age’ (for quality assurance and training purposes) as the one just before the death of death, approaching New Venice. So far, the ‘reports’ reserve commentary, remembering our breasts. Lovely butt.

Anyway, I retract my falsehoods. At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice geometry to inspect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.) It’s nice finally to put a face to the humiliating nickname.