If you spend enough time in the UW libraries, you�ll see the occasional homeless person waddling in with their rolled up sleeping bags and personal effects stuffed into Rite Aid sacks. Today, I was trying to finish reading A Tale of Two Cities when a mangy-bearded man who had been quietly rifling through the reserved books sections started saying, �Get on the bus? Get on the bus with what? You f�ng c—k s—-r! Get your head out of your ass and get the f�ng money.� Then he began to transpose �s–k� with �c–k� and had all kinds of vulgar grammar play.