Julius

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So the tutorial was at five and since it was November already, the day had grown pleasantly dark. I knocked on a door large enough to accommodate a small giant and the sound of that rather posh, velvety voice sent a small shiver through me: "Come in! Come in!"

I know it's a Cambridge cliché and everything, but Professor East does actually offer sherry at this hour, and I wasn't about to refuse.

"Have a seat," she said, gesturing at a pink Regency-style sofa, which looked comfy enough if you didn't have to sit on it for long.

I sat on the edge of the sofa, one hand on knee, one hand on sherry, sipping, waiting.

Then suddenly Professor East was like, "Let's talk about Julius Caesar!"

As you do.


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