I was just striding to my escritoire to continue my futile attempts to further your education (coming up: lessons in literary theory 2: the doppelgänger), when I felt something give beneath one of my kitten heels.
No, dear Reader. It was not a teabag.
It was the latest offering from University Marketing, slipped under my door in the dead of night, with accompanying instructions to pass said document on to any visitor who may have become hopelessly lost in the twists and turns of modern university life.
It seems, dear Reader, to belong to someone already.
Further inspection reveals it to be a map of the Memorial Garden. Since I so often have to respond to queries from people unable to recall precisely who may or may not be under the patio, I have decided to post it here.
Study it carefully, dear Reader.
PS. Clicking on the map will make it bigger, you know.
PPS. Please tell ‘H.J.’ to report to me asap. There will be a test.