| ' A friend of mine tells the story of the time she kept a white rat as a pet. It was usually tame enough to follow at her heels around the campus; but one day, frightened by a dog, it ran so far up her pantleg that any movement might have crushed it. So, very sheepishly, she let down her jeans, pulled out her quivering rodent, and won a round of applause from delighted passers-by.' Haugeland, in Lycan, p.667. |