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Last year, if one had nothing better to do, [unclear: one] could always elicit some light entertainment by [unclear: an] lysing the quality, quantity and factual of [unclear: literary] prose appearing in Salient But like all things, [unclear: ex] cept the quantity of hot air rising from the [unclear: direct] of Parliament, have changed. I've noted the rise [unclear: a] fall of subjects such as Exosss Groops, Ardvaaks, Wetsuits for Hampsters and Pythagorean Owls. [unclear: S] veral of the perpetrators of these subjects seem [unclear: to] have managed to survive the ravages of time [unclear: and] Internal Assessment to spring forth, as yet [unclear: undar] ted, and clash yet again on the barren oasis of literary back stabbing and lip biting. This time [unclear: in] guise of Sheep, Hedgehogs and the relative [unclear: holyne] thereof.

I'm sure any disciple of Freud would have a field day on these apparently schizophrenic personalities. I have it on good authority that one of the sheep supporters has been known to write in support of Kathy Drysdale, but this aside I'm positive that if any of the afore-said people wished to know why they are forced to take out [unclear: the] extistential inhibitions by putting pen to paper [unclear: an] abusing hell out of each other on irrelevant subjects and why they hate their mothers then they should see any member of the Psychology Dept.