This evening marks a victory of sorts. She got through. The job is hers "for life." They will sit back smugly in their professorial seats and pat themselves on the back for what they did. They will feel really good about themselves. Her victory is their victory. I know better. It is the victory of the ancestors, and nothing they did or said made the difference. Of this I am certain. So let them rejoice and be exceeding glad. The lamb was spared.
Joy is not what I feel. Justice, at least by these ambiguous rules, has been served. The storm is over, but the weather will be cloudy for a long, long time.
I am physically and emotionally weary, but it's over. The HNIC signing off.
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