I Wonder About This Department, I Really Do

I can't decide which is more horrifying (or more likely to give me nightmares tonight): the Titus Andronicus film we watched in class today, which started with a ritual disembowelment/execution and escalated in violence from there, or that after today's discussion seminar, I cannot stop imagining what pillow talk with Gertrude Stein would be like.

We're finishing the movie on Thursday. The professor told us she used to order deep-dish pizza for that class, and we should be relieved that is no longer the case. Having read the play, I'm inclined to agree.