Constantine, who had become clear after his first Dionysian evenings at Würzburg, that the university had to pay a so decorous as sustainable visit, first roamed a little space by itself as such a Altstudent or graduate student leader at the X-ray and Sanderring, Stadtaus looking round at the Botanical Institute as Hubland, auszuerspähen the right starting point and attack.
"Whoa!" - What he found there?
A small, almost innocent notice to the effect that this evening at 19.30 clock in the wake of General Studies at Sanderring a famous gay guest lecturer, Mr. Pete Reuben Randolf Dooley, on "The Genes Of Gender Studies" in the main auditorium a lecture in English with will discourage subsequent open discussion.
This pleased Constantine, of course, by having the roast duck but quite abspaziert, even probably, for thus he would have to again just a plucked with two or three pretzels, a leisurely to enjoyed Silvaner in the right beer garden, pounce, the ridge between boot times applied a so maybe funny how purposeful evening to look forward to.
Unfortunately, it seemed at first, so to speak, Constantine was talking to a theoretical physicist and his girlfriend, a philosophically very skilled Classicist deromaßen found that he still drank two Silvaner and arrived too late with the lecture still a good half hour, he alswo quite obliquely diskretest back up yet to set.
He was right on. The little man down there had talked himself into a kind of the most remarkable ecstasy, it was weird how everything was clear that there would be hinansteigern shortly to a decision proposition, a battle cry, a mantra, the quintessence of his stupidity out. And of course the sentence finally came. (It sat still something extra embarrassing retarding moment, then came but, as expected, for Hauptergusse.)
"Gender mens, gender Means you are somebody!"
Raged parts of the audience and engage. Screams a standing ovation.
Mister Dooley, the supernatant Grand Master, muttering a few words about known statistics, thanked the Publiko for the kind attention, enjoyed his final applause, much refreshed taking a sip of water, while playfully wagging his head.
Mister Dooley it was obviously really good. With a generous arm movement connected, it was because times with good timing to understand: "Questions' may be asked!"
A medium sizable student, probably in law, came forward first and said, "Now how can I put this into jurisprudence"
After all, Mister Dooley seemed pretty obvious in contrast to most other headphones to have understood the question at least basic semantic, massaged a little with his right hand, the left temple, stroked again comfortably across the chest, then replied: "Gender IS jurisprudence! "(He had Engsachs, professional talkers, but not realized how few people knew that word at Sanderring in General Studies.)
Constantine took the opportunity and laughed and applauded first. "Yea! Quite so! "- He slammed down from above, followed by further, so infected laugh not tarried.
Mister Dooley was beaming from ear to ear. He now knew for sure that this was a good evening.
It was a little banter, some usual whining that also comes in such events as ordered until that everything was right satisfies acting, so calm far that Constantine suspected that he could, since it initially made a positive impression, jetzo as as if the seemingly happy nothingness into a truly terrible question, quite innocent and friendly asking questions.
That did Constantine as also. As it was, but he has not yet told me. He said I should not only comparatively lazy, just tell me what he does so all but occasionally put my brain box sometimes our own services in transition. He knew me as not fundamentally stupid, associative, not totally incapable, I would not exactly recommend to the sentence yes, but at least in the vicinity, especially on the back sense.
He rarely stretched me in suspense. A sense needs to be. I really should come pretty close attention to what Konstantin Mister Dooley asked.
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