“Suddenly, I felt a need to see beneath the mask. I wanted to know the face of the voice, and, with a movement I was utterly unable to control, swiftly my fingers tore away the mask. Oh, horror, horror, horror.”
Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera (1911)
There were, perhaps, twenty people at yesterday’s faculty meeting, not counting the fakers who were dozing behind their profile pictures on Zoom. Masked men and women were in the majority by a ratio of nine to one, this again not counting those hidden by digital prophylaxis. At the same time, daily positive covid tests in this county are running at a ratio of seven positives to a population of 100,000.
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Carlos Carrasco 