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The professor could have stepped off the pages of some antiquated novel, those tweeds and round-rimmed spectacles, oh boy!

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The professor had brought her baby in with her, so cute! It made the lecture better, warmer, giving it the family vibe we students were so missing without realising it. She talked, baby chewed her handbag strap. It was a sort of heartfelt levity the day would otherwise have lacked.

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The professor appeared to have long ago taken up residence in his esoteric subject matter and left the real world far behind.

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The professor walked in as if the stage had grand velvet curtains and every lecture was his Westend curtain call.