Ahoy there me merry Maties! Throughout the duration of this odyssey we
have regularly received word of high-ranking educational bureaucrats,
editorial
directors, and fringe feminist instructors who consider themselves above
the Law of Great Literature. Surrounded by their band of slackademic
socialists and rising student resentniks, they believe themselves immune
to Literary Justice. And so it is that we transport them beyond the
postmodern fog, out here upon the open ocean, where the Truth reigns
supreme and a moral literature is sought, and we place them on trial
before the Officers and Crew of The Jolly
Roger. If yer favorite
fringe feminist instructor or professor is acting out of line, insolently
misbehaving, or misreading the Greats, post the story concerning their
actions here. The punishment should suit the crime, and thus when they
philosophize or extemporize we shall laugh. More serious offenses shall
merit keelhauling or woodling to the mizzen mast.
The echoes of
beauty you've
seen transpire, resound through dying coals of a campfire.
