The Intriguing Life of Jennifer Lisette Thomas

First of all, I'd like to share the poem "The Naked and the Nude" by Robert Graves. It's a favorite of mine.

For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.

Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.

The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.

The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!

Now that that's out of the way... I signed up for an appointment with my academic advisor in the psychology apartment. Of course, I wandered endless halls to get to the right room, but I looked confident while I did it. When it's raining, the psychology department looks dark and ominous, with tightly closed doors bearing signs that say, "Do not disturb! Experiment in Progress." I want this to be my world.