Still, she wondered if it had any bearing on Rottweiler Rita's alleged plans to settle in Orania.
Gramsci chuckled. "Do you think after years on UCT campus. the sight of naked white flesh bouncing around in the cold would be an attraction?"
The Cow paused. It was true - some students persisted in their summer attire way beyond the change of seasons, taking on an increasingly cyanosed shade. But she wasn't sure if Rita noticed students much, anyway.
"It's a nice idea though," she ventured. "If all those hectic right-wingers got to see each other naked in daylight, instead of the duvet-clad night-time fumblings of respectable couples, they might be less inclined to breed, and their ideology might die out with them!"
Gramsci rolled all eight of his eyes. Sometimes, he wished life really was that simple.