These are indeed the two poles of our predicament: on one side, the need for an “ivory tower,” and on the other side, the threat of the “tide of shit.”

A doctoral hat is personal and is usually not lent to others. Along with the doctoral sword (found in Finland only, and not in all faculties),^[1] doctoral pike (found in Scotland only)^{[citation needed]}, doctoral bulawa (found in Ukraine and Poland)^{[citation needed]}, doctoral tailcoat facings (in certain universities / for certain degrees, e.g., for the degree of Doctor of Science in Technology at Aalto University), doctoral Bibles (in theological faculties)^{[citation needed]}, and doctoral rings (in Sweden)^{[citation needed]}, it forms part of the doctoral academic regalia.

For ease of comprehension in the English text, all Braxin words have been rendered in the Basic Mode regardless of context.

He described Jung as “The first full blooded, spherical — and Goethean, I would say, intelligence I had ever met.”

It hurt, somehow, to hear this animated pony on a screen say such things. It was everything she had ever wanted to hear, all at once, and it both elevated her, and stung.

What is that from?

Wikipedia page on psychologist Henry Murray.

There is no male and female in the sexyloop – all the loops in the sexyloop were genderless.

Doescher treats Jar Jar not as an accident-prone cretin, improbably bumbling his way through the story as a combination of Caliban and the Fool from King Lear, but as someone well aware of what’s going on, gently nudging events in order to achieve his aim of a unified Naboo.

Ketchum, then, has been full of sound and fury, but has achieved nothing. He is ageless, stuck in purgatory, devoid of accomplishments and character development. Unlike other successful kids’ entertainment brands, such as Harry Potter, he has not grown with his audience: instead, his audience continually grows out of him. It must be a lonely way to live – though it has, irrespective of its lack of artistic and cultural interest, been a lucrative existence for his makers.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, can convince me that all of us and everything isn’t shrinking at the rate of one millimeter a minute …