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HAGOPIAN | Men Are Mortal
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Recently I heard someone say something to the effect of “wow, you know, time’s going by really fast. We don’t have that much more time here.” I found out after the fact that she’s a senior and she meant that she didn’t have much time left at Cornell. My reply, however, was something like “yeah, only about sixty-five more years.” Her only response was an incredulous look. This intrigued me. Mortality, I realized, is the last holy thing yet to be profaned.