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Clocking in for some hardcore late shift. Or not, as I'm about to hit the sack. It's ten to four in the morning, and after some beer with freshers (one of whom likes jazz a lot, which is a wonderfully good thing), retired to friend's living room to sit and drink whisky. No e.
Anyhow, at 1 in the morning, (and spinning off from a discussion on breasts), a friend ruminates on why a pretty darn attractive girl who's very Christian and very lovely won't sleep with him. This leads to three hours of discussion, covering (in no particular order), what religion/faith/hope is, some basics of Jurisprudence and Robert Nozick, a short digression into marriage-as-property-or-not (probably not, then), general decrying of using Hitler or anything-to-do-with-guns as metaphor, my friend's refusal to acknowledge morals, "where does this leave the body?", "i thought you said 'sell furniture', not 'self-ownership'. That explains everything" and the like. It's now four, and I'm going to bed, having almost keeled over through mental exhaustion (and not whisky).
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