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In the corner of my eye

I keep feeling that I’m not the only student in this section of the library, because I can see someone reading out of the corner of my eye. But sometimes I look up and am reminded I really am the only one in this seating area; my peripheral companion is made of bronze, I think. According to her plaque, her name is Sophia.

Over my shoulder

Posted by pjm on September 6, 2005 5:32 PM |

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I’ve been tricked by statues that way many times… Perhaps most recently in Geneva, when for some reason I had to go somewhere quite early in the morning, and was a bit frightened to see someone else sitting there at such an odd time in the barely-light. But no, just another statue planted on the bench.

Speaking of statues, it always bothered me that Webster’s arms [on Pratt quad] were freakishly disproportional… One of them looks withered…

Posted by: L'el | September 7, 2005 11:27 PM

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