I have posted in the past about my door hangers and how I have gotten completely out of control with them, and as a result, one of you queried me about the office doors of my colleagues. So today, desperate to ease my aching limbs from the rigors of grading, I slouched up and down the hallways of my building, snapping illicit photographs of my colleagues' doors. I do not know what you will conclude about said colleagues from these images, but I myself will resist the urge to extrapolate their meanings.
|I do believe that there are two hands at work here, one responding saucily to the other|
|This beast is unnamed, yet strangely familiar|
|This warning adorns the entrance to the realm of a renaissance scholar|
|For what, we do not know.|
|Who, indeed, is not?|