It's the beginning of term!
All across Cambridge, library space is at a premium. Lines form outside libraries as angry nerds clutching piles of textbooks glare at the slow-walking porter (whom I suspect walks even slower just for kicks) ambling to the library door to unlock it before deftly leaping to one side to avoid being crushed underfoot by a mob that would make a Boxing Day Sales crowd blush.
Lectures started today officially (term in Cambridge starts on a Thursday, thanks to an obscure rule in a rulebook somewhere written by an ancient Cambridge don with a sense of humour and too much free time --Editor) but of course, knowing my luck, I had one scheduled yesterday. Halfway through the Psychology lecture, which was on how babies think, those of us left with consciousness levels higher than the average heroin addict managed to catch this particular exchange:
Professor: ...and so for a long time it was questioned whether infants integrated visible parts into wholes.
And then, from the back row of the class, barely a whisper but still very audible:
"You can integrate MY visible part into your whole anytime, baby."
That woke us up.