The view of the robes in front of me during the ceremony say it all ... it was very chilly and wet indeed, until the satellite ceremony - the one where one gets to read out individual names, which students have written on cards; and where one finds that they've written "thanks-Mom-and-Dad" as their alleged middle name, or have no idea how to give phonetic spelling for complicated Armenian names. At that ceremony, we were on the central platform, and had our ankles seriously blasted by full-power space heaters. It was, to say the least, different from the normal anguish of sweltering in my Oxford wool robe (i.e., for the British speakers, gown).
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