Pease, Lord, don't let me use the word intense.
Not that it doesn't apply;
I have reason to choose my words prudently in describing Joan Holden '60. I've seen what this woman can do when incensed. I've watched her transform powerful CEOs into sputtering simpletons, looked on as captains of industry were reduced to entrepreneurial glossolalia. I've witnessed powerful, beef-eating politicos turned to simpering, pigeon-toed stumblebums. The President of the United States made to look so spineless he wouldn't show up in a bowl of Cream of Wheat. If business leaders, lobbyists, mushy-headed do-gooders, and five-star generals alike can be skewered by her rapier wit, then I had better be on my best behavior.