We didn't have an arts department at Imperial. The economics department bore the brunt of our intellectual snobbery.

Farkin' wasters. We - proud academic Guildsmen all - would put in more than two thousand hours[1] a week lectures, labs, tutorials and other assignments, and they'd read a book every other month[1] and scribble a few words down in an incoherent spewage of macro-economic mumbo-jumbo. Frankly, I think their undergraduate degrees were of less worth than 2 squares of the Sherfield Building's thinnest, crinkliest and most glossy toilet paper.

[1]. May be a little exaggeration here.
(Large Hardon Collider Bah Bloody Humbug, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 2:37, Reply)