My brain is so fucking fried by stupid, superfluous academic lingo that I was having a drink at work and thought of opening my sandwich, then went "Nah, I think I'll have this juice qua juice." Ah yes, Caesar, let us enjoy this ambrosia of the Gods, studiously packaged in a cardboard container, engraved with the countenances of Masha and the Bear, poetic heroes of which the northern tribes have often sung. What the fuck.