“I dare say, how are you, my bro-tholomew?”
“I believe my time at university has come to pass. My passing – I believe my passing has entered the chatter, and with exceeding lastingness at that.”
“I am assuming you have received your long-dreaded module list?”
“Could you believe a double practical of MYN 002!? Outrageous!”
“What is it you do in MYN pracs?”
“We lift the pole-picks and set to our toil, my good brother. We mine. Just dastardly, if you ask me! And to augment this ridiculousness, they are renaming the concert hall.”
“To what exactly?”
“They have decided that it be indirectly renamed after Sherlock Holmes. It will be called Owl-ahh because he has maintained consistency in asking: “Who?” whilst other philosophers such as Shelley, Marx, or Dickens only ask the mere “Why?” An idle pursuit.”
“Oh good heavens above! What is your beloved consort vexed with undertaking this semester?”
“From her two choices of watercolour or teaching, she has decided to study teaching. I cannot imagine why. One might say she wishes to seek employment, but one can never assume the worst.”
“In this economy? Can one conceive of a world wherein a woman need apply herself to study, merely to maintain her household? The nation persists, however Pretoria’s ridiculousness persists stronger.”
“Nevertheless, we might hit a jolter later at the tearoom. Dost thou dare hop on this wagon at four o’clock?”
“How Jolly! Indeed it seems a trifle risky considering my assignments for the evening and tasks set for domestic completion, however, thou only livest this life once, I suppose. To hell with it, we go forth boldly!”
Visual: Gabriella le Roux
