Though I have spent time on the campus of San Diego State University, only the geography resembles the reality. My friends and acquaintances there and on other US and Canadian campuses should refrain from attempting to identify their colleagues herein. We are all merely reflections of Platonic eidola. This story is dedicated to the memory of my friend and sometime collaborator, Prof. James E. Flood of SDSU, 1945-2007.
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (1917)