“Where do the pipes lead?” asked the freshman English student.
“Hell,” said the professor without looking up from his desk.
“But this is a Catholic university.”
“Why would anyone need a bunch of pipes to Hell?”
The professor collected a wad of exams, evened them off on the surface of his desk, rolled them into a tube, and then shoved them down the nearest pipe. Sixty-six seconds later, they popped back up with what sounded like a D-flat-minor-7-flat-9 chord blown across jugs. “How did you think we got all these graded on time?”