

The organizers appear to have felt that a few images of a previous conference would assuage any fears newcomers might have. Conferences always have that factitious aura of too-intentional creepiness, but these images fill me with relief that I am remaining in Ithaca, where the scene is altogether, and quite naturally, more informal. I do not imagine that V, as I think I do, has the need to contravene the order! being imposed on the conference's guests by shifting the chairs out of their symmetries, for while I catch myself still and forever expecting individualization to somehow squeak out of any regimented personality, she long ago learned to "Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown."
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