The style of flirtation specific to classrooms was of service to the students all their lives.
Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.
My capacity for having a good time exists. It surfaces, however, on odd occasions.
Fear . . . is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday.
There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born.
There are times when every act, no matter how private and unconscious, becomes political.