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Industry Student
Introduction Born in a mud brick hut in Timbuktu in the middle of a snowstorm, I spent my childhood years as Joan of Arc's armor-bearer. As a colonel in Napoleon's army, I learned to enjoy horseflesh while marching through Russia. My horse, Bucephalus, was less than pleased. My first love was James Joyce, but after a whirlwind romance, he left me for a mollusk. Today, I can be found meditating in my igloo in Thailand, or jello-wrestling Soros for the entertainment of the GOP.
Interests Good food, good books

If you were a cannibal, what would you wear to dinner?

More importantly, if I was a cannibal, which one of my friends would I eat first?