> Sounds as though Professor Marion Shaw knew how to keep you in your place,
> Robin.
>
> joanna
Damn right she did.
She was easily the best boss I ever worked for. The only one who came
remotely close was Len Dixon, and strictly Len was never technically my
boss.
Marion did [coded] Sighs (I started a collection of them at one point, but
managed to lose it) but one I remember was, " <sigh> Do you know, Robin,
when I came here, I thought it would be the *girls* I would bond with?"
Subtext: How come a nice de Beauvoir feminist like me seems to be stuck in
a place where the only people I can trust are lunatic heterosexual males?
[And no, Robin, *don't* push The Hobbit in front of a train. I know it
would make life easier for everyone, but there are simply some things that
Nice People Don't Do.]
Marion was easily the most astute academic politician I ever encountered,
and had probably forgotten more dirty tricks than I ever learned, but she
simply refused to use them.
Much nicer than me, and you'd like her, Joanna. Opera lovers both of you, a
taste I don't share.
She's the lady in "The Lady, the Rude Boy, and the Toy Boy".
If I ever get round to finishing writing "The Inaugural Lecture from Hell,"
more on Professor Shaw.
Brodie
(Oh yeah, she also liked rats. "Robin, if your daughter *must* get a rodent
pet, buy her a rat -- they're more intelligent than mice."
I suspect this is a female perspective -- in the wake of stitching together
my daughter's damaged rabbit, Our Vet remarked that the best pets from a
parent's perspective are hamsters, as they don't live as long as other
rodents.)
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