"Dallas!" announced the Cow. "Do you remember that entire season, that turned out to be 'only a dream'? Well, the same thing has just happened here!"
Gramsci looked bemused. "You mean...?"
"Exactly!" the Cow sighed. "The 'rumours' and 'allegations' are just 'rumours' and 'allegations'. At least, according to the statement from the VC. None of what 'happened' really happened."
"Do you think..." Gramsci began timidly.
"Not remotely!" asserted the Cow. "And I'm sure the 'reported threats' of wanting bloggers dismissed for what they blog are also just 'reported threats', and of course the Not the Monday Paper has made clear how powerful a discursive device inverted commas are, so I'll just 'quake' in my 'boots' instead of quaking in my boots." She looked down at her canvas-clad hoofs. "If I had any to 'quake' in, of course..."
"Well..." Gramsci cautioned. "It's been done, you know. When the monks in Burma 'spoke the truth to power', the plug got pulled on them, and the whole internet was closed down."
"Gmf!" the Cow spluttered. "Who'd notice if they closed the internet here? There's no bandwidth to speak of, anyway!"