Did you keep a watch for the dead man’s wind?

And this one I stole from darcydodo:

I'm the Old Bod!

Old-fashioned even for Oxford, you're all about obscure ancient books and highly dubious thesis topics. Academic in the fusty and eccentric, rather than hard working, sense, Oxford is clearly the best place for you. Favourite word: "aporia". Least favourite: "relevant".

From Cherwell 24

It was the bit about the myrtle, wasn't it . . .

The sky is turning to autumn; the earth is starting to smell cool. The winds pick up and shake dry leaves down into the street with manuscript rustles, small scrapes and whispers; the air is full of brittle edges of light. The sun angles toward the trees and real fall sunsets are made from fire and bronze. I never think of this as a dark season.

It's cold enough that I can sleep under a quilt now: wintering out.