Date: April 6th, 2007 9:16 PM
Author: saffron black woman hell
http://media.www.hlrecord.org/media/storage/paper609/news/2004/11/04/Etc/Fenno-795548-page3.shtml
While reading the letter in the Pound hallway, Fenno passed by the wall of professors\' portraits. Curiously, he noticed that Professor Tribe\'s frame was missing. That\'s odd, thought Fenno. Where did it go? He continued walking down the hall. As he passed by a dimly lit Pound 102, he heard strange noises. A sucking sound, or slurping, or something like that. Peering through the door window, Fenno made out the figures of two of the co-authors of the Crimson letter, Michael Fertik and Dan Richenthal. Fertik was holding something up close to his face. It appeared to be the missing Tribe portrait.
\"Mmmm... yeah. Just like that. That\'s how I\'d do it.\" Fertik mused dreamily.
Richenthal grabbed the portrait from him. \"No way,\" he responded. \"If I got the chance, I\'d do it like this.\" With that, he moved his face toward the frame and planted his lips softly on the glass. \"Yeah... that\'s nice.\" His mouth roved the portrait glass sensually. \"Mmmm. Good stuff,\" Richenthal murmured delicately. Fenno thought he glimpsed a little tongue.
Fenno just couldn\'t let this opportunity go to waste. He swung open the door and called out to the two 3Ls. \"Hey fellas! What\'s up?\"
Fertik and Richenthal turned toward Fenno, horrified. Richenthal dropped the portrait, which crashed to the ground. Fenno hadn\'t seen Richenthal in quite a while; he wondered what he\'d been up to. It certainly wasn\'t charm school.
\"Er, uh, hey Fenno! Um, what are you doing here? I thought you had con law right now.\"
\"I cut out for a little while... say, guys, great letter to the Crimson. Really made a good point.\"
Fertik\'s face lit up. \"You think?\"
Replied Fenno, \"No, of course not, you sniveling mass of back hair. All you did was basically admit that Tribe plagiarized, but then said it\'s okay as long as the guy is admired by others. I mean, what the fuck?
\"You don\'t get it, Fenno,\" replied Fertik. \"It\'s all about the context--\"
\"Oh, bullshit, it\'s all about the context. You either copied or you didn\'t. And by the way, did it really take seven people to write a four-paragraph letter? Did you actually divide up the twelve sentences, or were five of you there just to pat each other on the back?\"
Retorted Richenthal, \"Suck it, Fenno!\"
\"From the looks of it, you seem to be taking care of that,\" Fenno answered coolly. \"By the way, be sure to wipe down those smudges before you put the frame back up. You don\'t want to leave a mark.\" And with that, he headed out of the room.
Fenno found himself back in the hall. He figured he should probably get back to Fried\'s class. Outside, the skies were already pitch dark, and the wind looked to have picked up. Rain was threatening. Gotta love those Cambridge falls, thought Fenno. Or was it winter already? Sometimes it was just too hard to tell.
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