The Tattoo The university was a tree flagged for felling. They were lopping off departments like limbs. Music fell with a sonorous rustling. There were ants in the Anthropology branch. A hive of bees hummed in the Classics. Now they were sawing into Philosophy. The chair was invited to take a seat, Then told it would be his last year.
This storytelling is remarkable. It just kept coming at me---the pacing and intensity. Wow. Thank you for sharing this.