And the room smelt better for the old dotard's exit. I'm afraid Prof. L is Evolution's most questionable enterprise. But the news turned out to be authentic. The little bird, as I soon unearthed was the principal of Rottingbrain.
L is a satellite of the principal.
He gets things straight from the horse's mouth. Well, it was very big news for Rottingbrain. At the particular period in its history, Rottingbrain badly needed life and colour, atleast so far as its staff was concerned. With not a single young lady on the staff, the staff-room breathed the atmosphere of a cemetery. This atmosphere had the weird property of deadening and fossilising every thing that slid under its sway.