Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: I’m avoiding Laurel Wilson.
Amita Ramanujan: The professor of philosophy of science?
Charlie Eppes: She’s the lady you go hiking with?
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: For years we’ve enjoyed this…I don’t know…delightful wilderness-based friendship, entirely platonic. But last night, she and I just veered… we veered off into the carnal.
Amita Ramanujan: I’m taking it didn’t go well.
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: Actually it was incredible. It was primal. I mean in the animal, not the numerical, sense. But what I’m saying, this was a perfect event, and, as such, untwinnable.
Amita Ramanujan: So, because the sex was great, the odds are against it ever being great again.
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: The replication defies the laws of probability.
Amita Ramanujan: [dryly] So, why try?
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: [missing the sarcasm] Yes, yes. That’s why I’m here. I mean, it’s the perfect refuge.
Charlie Eppes: What do you mean, “the perfect refuge?”
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: Well, the math department must be the least libidinous place on campus.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.