Yes, Emma, there is a Jayhawk. He exists as certainly as hate and rivalry and football exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no rival teams to hate. It would be as dreary as if there were no Clemson to fuck, or Purdue to ignore. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal heat with which football fills the fan's heart would be extinguished.
No Jayhawk! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Emma, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, Kansas will continue to to be hated by loyal K-Sate children.