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Recently, two gentlemen unknown to me and looking to be late in the third decades of their lives appeared at the weekly gathering of my laboratory. I inquired if they were students of natural philosophy, or perhaps postdoctoral associates?
One of them was a professor.
Oops.
Well, I suppose it's only fair.
***
All week, I have been doing


and I feel pretty much like this.

Nonetheless, I must return and do much, much more of this.

Cheers all around.