Revenge, people. We speak to you now about revenge. Which can be sweet, if surely dealt—sweeter still if surely and quickly dealt. Why, just this morning we were bested at our own game—shown up, put out—by a wee mote of a blogsurper whom to name would be to unduly empower. And we're not in that biz. Power must be corralled and conserved, safeguarded, nurtured; those who spend it freely feed their foes. That's the blind part. To answer the question posed elsewhere:

Which Ralph Lerner lost his job as dean of the architecture school at Princeton several years ago when he attempted to cover up a nasty sex scandal? A professor was trolling for undergrads—quel horreur!—and when one tasty trollee approached Ralph, he advised her to keep quiet or face the consequences. So old school. She went straight to the university admin. He's on his way into exile.

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