"The-Name-of-the-Father," Bart began. He was kneeling on the floor in his red flannel jammies."Are you saying your prayers?" Jennifer asked.
"No, I'm reciting the tenets of the theoretical precepts to which I adhere - post-structuralism, feminism, certain muticulturalisms and selected principles of Marxism, or post-Marxism, if you will. I do it every night to keep myself grounded..."
"Please, don't let me interrupt you."
Jennifer beat a hasty retreat to her corner of the lounge.
