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seedy campus streets through which we happened to be passing. Many were garishly dressed women -- prostitute ladies, in fact, as I presently learned, or "campus-followers," who throve in the rougher quadrangles of the college. They all waved back, as did their pimps and the other toughs of the quad. "That would be going a little far, if you mean refuse to do Business with him at all."
"Then you won't like my plan for ending the Boundary Dispute, I'm sure," I said; "my notion about opposites is that they ought to be kept as distinct and far apart as possible."
The Chancellor assured me that he quite agreed. We were passing now through an equally squalid quadrangle: the paths and steps were littered with drunks; youths loitered in mean-looking knots; posters advertised erotic films; a man punched a woman in the mouth with such force that she almost dropped the baby she was nursing. This last