The ululation has broken my concentration. "Ululate this!" I think to the smug insects. Then realising what they are ululating, "It's too damned hot."

There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.

The students are a mixed of sheepish and annoyed as they sort through the papers, handing them to their owners, looking at their scores.

The University's Public relations department sends out a newsletter via e-mail, and it seems they have somehow put all of the addresses in a cc instead of a bcc. Now we all have a list of

"Oh, he's a younger guy then?" I ask. "I couldn't really tell," he says. "He's white."

"How ribald!" he says again joyfully, apparently I had misheard him. "I didn't expect such ribaldry from you."

More than just pretending he doesn't see me, he wants me to know he is pretending.

"Let us never attribute to race what is more easily explained by stature." admonished Brian, always trying to come off as the the voice of reason, but well known for his shortist prejudices.