"War."
The advisor looked around at the people sitting and standing in the parking garage. "Who are these people?"
"Mostly artists and intellectuals is the safest answer for everyone Sir."
"In my opinion, that's 85% of the problem with
"I didn't ask
"The literary folks all up and down the Eastern Seaboard these days. I mean really
"For your opinion." The man stood three feet taller than the woman. She opened her eyes and looked up into his chin. "Sir?"
He put a finger up to his lips, sssshhhhh.
At a coffee shop within a few hours...
Four or five thinkers to one learner. Some parents, pets, and visitors arrived to "You're late!!"
"Yes, well, you're father had to poop and,"
An advisor nonchalantly rushing over, "It's hard to keep up with these young, bright
"I'm not that," said the young person.
"Very avant garde," a foreign intellectual deemed the outfit of a fairly nondescript in age person. "What's that mean?" The young person turned and came over and asked.
"It's a Cyborg," a woman said without much excitement. "Did we not just agree not to call it that?" An artìste put a lattè down onto a table strewn with freshly printed "coffee table" books. Labeled such on a little guest card. "Are we allowed to read those?" Another young person came over and asked. "I wish someone would," an editor said rather dryly. A tall American intellectual sat on a DYI sofa and picked one up.
Very cool people entered. Got in line to order. Drifted about looking at things on the wall; looking at watches; finding newspapers and magazines. "Do you know if RISDY just lets people paint?" A girl surrounded by brochures asked a tall slender man looking over her and the man and woman at the little table. "Hmmmm." The standing man said. "I think that's an iteration of Rembrandt."
"It is not," a short woman sitting at a table nearby said. "There would be no such thing. And, yes, painting is still among the possible in the programs at that school".
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