Claude Monet The Picnic painting

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Chancellor his first allegiance was to the whose best interests he would pursue at whatever cost -- enlightenedly, he hoped, and in the final service of all the Free Campus, even all studentdom. But if circumstances forced the choice ("Which Founder forfend!") between repudiating me and breaching the vows of his office, he would consent even to my Shafting, as he had to Max's. That Remusian vice-administrator of the Moishian quads in terms gone by, who had winked at Enos Enoch's lynching, was to Rexford's mind a tragic figure, unjustly maligned by simplistic Enochists unaware of the responsibilities of power.
"You'd Shaft me if you had to, sir? For teaching administrative subversion, say, ifI had to?"
He gave me a level look. "It might flunk me forever. But I'd do it."
The professor-generals clapped one another on the back; the military escort cheered. For just a moment Rexford surveyed them with an expression of distaste, even loathing; then he flashed the famous grin, mischievously winked at Anastasia while embracing Mrs. Rexford, and sped away.
"Is he a Candidate or not?" Anastasia asked me.