We Won't Be Going Anywhere
Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows
Pass the remainder of our hateful days?
What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,
Plot some device of further misery,
To make us wonder'd at in time to come."
Once you're back on campus, you likely won't be able to read this for some time. Of course you musn't think we've given up; instead we are busily planning for times ahead. We have much in store, but we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. We have always been resourceful, and even the darkest tragedy for our organization might yet be turned to our advantage.
Muffy Stuart Robinson Shea
(*Not actually a TBOC! contributor or signatory to this letter)