One of the truest statements I have ever heard came from Mike Mathie, on the way back from one of those blessed nights at the Pit with Jeanne, Boomer, and Bernadette. We had just capped the night by singing our lungs out to whatever Ferrier hymns we could patch together from our memories, and at four o’clock, we were the last stragglers returning down the short stretch of silent highway to a very sleepy campus. Almost everyone would have been in bed at least two hours ago, and RD shouldn’t wake up for another hour, so we talked easily in the dark. As the lamp post at the gate came into sight, we squinted painfully and there was a pause in the conversation, into which Mike sagely posited:
“It’s at this time of night that you have personal animosity toward light sources.”