Sadly, I fear my time with you will be short; I received what I think was a warning, and now I fear for my life. I was making my morning sacrifice to Marduk when I noticed something odd in the entrails of my augury pig. “I don’t think the Clash’s London Calling is a punk album,” the viscera spelled out in perfect clarity. Confused, I retreated to my study to ponder this mysterious turn of events and look up this “London Calling,” but my arcane library and all its contents had vanished. I suspect there to be a malevolent presence manipulating events from behind the scene. Beware! Beware! If you have any idea what my pig’s entrails were trying to tell me, please tell me at practice.

Best,

Lev Bernstein

Secretary, Quiz Bowl at NYU, 2020-2021