Smiles of a Sommer Night
A Parable of Capitalism

Through the Window, Pain

"It all came rushing back, like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist."
    -- Nick Danger, 3rd Eye

Painful memories of a misspent youth:

Because it's what all the weblogging kids are doing this week, Professor Bainbridge has posted a photo of The View from [his] Window at the UCLA School of Law.

For those who can't figure out what they are looking at in that picture, it depicts a walkway that goes across the roof of the law school.  As I note in a comment at the Bainbridgeblog, I used that very walkway one day in my own law school days (ca. 1980) as a shortcut to run between classes.

I was late, and I seem to recall that it was beginning to rain, and in my haste I did not pay close attention to details.   As I raced to reenter the building (out of frame to the left of the Professor's shot) I did not notice that the overhead clearance was very low, and I resoundingly clobbered the front of my skull with the top of the low-lying door jamb.   Yes, it left a mark.   But like the poor fellow who was turned into a newt, I got better.

So let that be a lesson to you all: when in haste, be sure to duck.

Bonus Literary Link:  On a lighter note ("In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat . . . .") this is as good an excuse as any to link to the immortal Saki's wicked short short tale, "The Open Window."


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