Today I made a table out of 5 shelf panels, and looked longingly at a panel of wood that did not require fastening. The place of fastening required a jaunt through the autumnal pastoral and then to the land of tiny beers. A mistaken bus decision placed me at a comfortable fried chicken establishment and a fretful walk home. The table has more integrity than feared. Hundreds of tiny screws bind unlike material together. Dreams of contiguous panels continue, fitfully.
They mean, social scientists.
The newest addition to the map room has been sent to the printers and we anticipate forthcoming festooning with great ebullience.