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In 1994, due to my mother’s failing health, I left Cambridge, Massachusetts having lectured at Harvard for several years, and came back to my native North Wales. I was appointed warden of a student hall of residence and, after moving into my flat, went on some business to the porters’ lodge. The halls of residence accommodate over 1,000 male and female undergraduates who visit the porters’ lodge almost daily. They stand around, staring at the walls, while the porters find their mail. Up on one wall of the lodge was a large tits-and-ass poster of a woman of the same…

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