Great, does that mean I shouldn’t participate anymore? Are you now the ruler of the universe that decides who can take part? Go back to your crayon box.
Curiously, one of the Subjects that came up was the work of a particular writer, one Eugene Ionesco. Curious because the man wrote in French, and I was in an English Program.
In that particular Class, I learned for the very first time that writers do not always mean what they seem to be saying. That is sort of what opened my eyes to an entire world of literature that before I had not even imagined existed.
I offended you? You want to lash out at me? Get in line.
By the way, regarding the crayon box. I got kicked out of Kindergarten because I couldn't scribble.
Somewhere along the way since I got my crayons taken from me, I learned a bit about how to figure out that it is not the Dime that Eddie Willers dispensed to the the bum on page one that made it worth noting.
There is no shortage of bums.
We might get to dwell on page two tomorrow.