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WELCOME BACK SWIFTPAWS!

Congratulations on passing out of basic training, on being highest shooter in your platoon, and in general being an ALL ROUND BADASS.

I am so proud of you!

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All right, I know I must have a few debutantes on the list somewhere...

Who knows anything about Debutante Balls, especially UK/European ones? (ball jokes to be kept to a minimum, plzkthx.)

What happens at them? Is there food? Are there presents? Dancing, I assume? Is there one Deb per ball, or are there like, a gaggle of Debs for every Ball? Is it considered a debut for the escorts, too, or do they not get a debut?

Commentary post-hack: WHY DID I WANT TO KNOW THIS? I HAVE NO IDEA.

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Hey, here's a stumper (and thank you all you debs -- you have contributed to research on a fic which will make you laugh, if I have my way!)

I'm looking for a poem called "The Wise" and it begins with "Who are the wise?" (I know, who'd have thought?)

Anyway, from there it goes through some common perceptions of wisdom (sages, Machiavels, the well-published, etc.) and ends with the line "or we, the spouses of superlative cooks?" (or something like that).

Commentary post-hack: I haven't located the text yet, but I do have the citation:

Anthony Hecht, "The Wise"
The New Yorker, May 25, 1998
Vol. 74, No. 13, p. 90