The important thing is the educational experience itself — how to survive it.

Well chaps first I'd like to say a few vile things more or less at random, not only because it is expected of me but also because I enjoy it.

See the moon? It hates us.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

Is death that which gives meaning to life?

The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.

Faint equivalents can sometimes be found ... . Or it can be rendered obliquely-an adolescent's mental image of his or her parents making love, which must be something on the order of crocodiles mating.