He walked briskly across the quadrangle, his somewhat scruffy gown flying behind him, lecture notes tucked under his left arm. Students and faculty members alike stood back as he passed, made imperceptible bows, thrilled to his closeness.
The lecture theatre was packed out. He looked around at the faces full of anticipation, faces mainly of students but also of colleagues. Close to the back of the hall he saw Stella Philips, Head of Antiquity, his long time companion. He threw her a grin, she waved back.
His lectures on My Sacred Music was one of the few non-compulsory modules that attracted this sort of crowd, and accordingly he felt the weight of responsibility – he would not let them down; he would deliver.
He adjusted his gown, took a sip of water from the ready filled tumbler on the rostrum, silenced the room with a lift of his right hand, spoke, “Same as previously, I speak without interruption for forty minutes, you make notes, and then we’ll have fifteen minutes or so questions and, hopefully, answers.
“Today we look at three Bobs: Dylan, Geldorf and Marley and examine their impact on socio-political trends in the late twentieth century.
“Bow your heads in prayer.”