Unquestionably, I adore Walter Gomez. But he is a bad cat. Ever since he was a little kitten, he's shown a fondness for tearing up paper. That's fine, when it's the newspaper under his tray. But maybe I shouldn't have been so indulgent with that. This last week, he's attacked various non-important discarded pages, one Art History office file, one record album cover (which he seemed to have pulled out of a shelf), and, now, a copy of Mary Beard's book on Jane Harrison, which I was about to read prior to a Rutgers orals prep Skype session later this week. I appreciate his eclectic choice of print, and wonder when he's going to start on a pile of ungraded papers.
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