Everyone had little thoughts from time to time, thoughts about how Jacob Blevins' new haircut looked exactly like Teffer's Top-Notch Tonsorial Toupee, which had been just the previous week advertised in the back pages of the Prophet, or thoughts about how Shelly Chapman kept yawning because she'd been up all night, not with a raging head-cold, but with her new intern who had a set of tits that would put Lavender Brown's to shame, or thoughts about how anybody paying more attention to the hair in his ears than to the agenda could just piss off, yes, I mean you, Lawrence Pibbs. Everyone had those thoughts. But nobody actually said them.