Parietals? It’s settled law. See Justice Machiavelli writing for the majority in Mitch v. University of Notre Dame (1981).

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Hush, hush. Keep it down now. Voices carry.

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Remember 1981, when Molarity predicted the implosion of an offensive, impulsive and irresponsible presidential candidate?

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Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Alphie’s back! But who will speak for the lower vertebrates?

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Leadership comes at a price. Which, like ego, is subject to inflation.

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Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. All politics is personal, or so they say….

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The triviality and experimentation that creates the surface tension of the Notre Dame Bubble? It has a dark side, too.

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C’mon, it’s reunion, relax. You’re with family.

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Love in the digital age is as rough as it ever was.

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Then, one day in the spring of 1981, things got personal.

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Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Save it for the teacher course evaluation.

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Ah, science fiction. The perfect vehicle for contemplating the undergraduate condition.

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Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Providence is the best insurance, but it doesn’t offer complete coverage.

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Morrison Schwartzer: Working class hero? Or just a jealous guy?

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Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Mitch wants a new drug.

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New dorms, road trips, short courses, whatever — the lesson is the same: Always look on the bright side of life.

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Welcome to the 100th strip in Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. So, what part of “’til death do us part” did you not understand?

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November, 1980: When the Lord’s ways were at their most mysterious.

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Welcome to the 97th strip in Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Growing up means admitting that sometimes Santa knows us better than we do.

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O Hannibal Mole, where art thou? We hardly knew ye.

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Educating the next generation of campus radicals isn’t easy.

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Note to the curriculum review committee: Add “self-awareness” course requirement.

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Welcome to the 91st strip in Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Asking the big questions: It’s what a Notre Dame education is all about.

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The witching season, 1980. Just one shocker after another.

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Welcome to the 88th strip in Molarity Redux, the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Careful what you wish for. . . .

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Five hours of television per day may seem like wasted time to some. But how better to master, and to fear, the concept of polygenesis?

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Welcome to the 86th strip in Molarity Redux, the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Can we talk?

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Contemplation has its moments. So, too, beer. And carp.

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Welcome to the 85th strip in Molarity Redux, the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. What a long, strange trip it’s been.

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Innocence lost and election season just around the corner? A perfect time, actually, for a modest proposal concerning campus squirrels.

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