Playing with the boys

I work with more men than women these days. Clever men with knowledge, self-assuredness, decisiveness, forgiving forgetfulness, and liberating disregard of unimportant, needling things. But the following words from Franny and Zooey do bring a smile to my face; it is very much like this working with them sometimes:

“..standing around in hatless, smokey little groups of twos and threes and fours inside the heated waiting room, talking in voices that, almost without exception, sounded collegiately dogmatic, as though each young man, in his strident, conversational turn, was clearing up, once and for all, some highly controversial issue, one that the outside, non-matriculating world had been bungling, provocatively or not, for centuries”.