You don't have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.

Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.

But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.

Girls. You never know what they're going to think.

I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.

I don’t think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while—just once in a while—there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn't, it's just a disgusting waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on a campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word 'wisdom' mentioned!