PROF: "And now, gentleman, where was I? Oh yes. Ma Lottie... She wake shivering in the gentle pink dawn, pink as the candles on a little girl's birthday cake, pink as spun sugar, pink as a seashell, pink as a cock pulsing in a red fucking light... Ma Lottie ... hurumph ... if this proxility be not cut short will succumb to the infirmities of age and join her daughter in formaldehyde.
"'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,' by Coleridge the poet... I should like to call your attention to the symbolism of the Ancient Mariner himself."
STUDENTS: "Himself the man says."
"Thereby calling attention to his own unappetizing person."
"That wasn't a nice thing to do, Teach."
A hundred juvenile delinquents, switchblades clicking like teeth, move at him.
William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
