Beneath the interarched elms of the courtyard Stanley fell into a momentary reverie when he was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts by the familiar voice of Henry Vlahakis. Certainly when contrasted with you. Vlahakis answered with a short laugh. He reflected for a moment. Merely the latest fashion in the academic marketplace.
Women have hats and professors have truths.
A gloomy look came over Vlahakis's face. You might say I have become complacent. I am an epicurean. You say you are an epicurean. You, Vlahakis, you don't look like one.