Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read.
Honorary degrees, organized by institute and year, lined the oak-paneled walls of his study, interspersed with framed photographs of acceptance speeches for his awards and achievements.
His basement held the final breath of graduate students, his attic cramped with ghost writers.
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August 31, 2020 at 9:05 pm
“His basement held the final breath of graduate students, his attic cramped with ghost writers.”
Excellent! A story in itself.
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September 1, 2020 at 9:48 am
Thanks. I always thought professors got tenure when they had filled all the shelves in their offices with books, lol.
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August 30, 2020 at 1:11 pm
oh my gosh, that was absolutely delightful..!!!! mad professors….
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September 1, 2020 at 9:48 am
Yes, those mad professors! Where would horror flicks be without them?
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