Hot Sexy Muscle of the Soul
I have the most awesome friends, really. Quoted with permission, from an email that my friend sent as he goes back to his daily grind -- being an Eng. Lit. prof:
Meantime, back to the doldrum of explaining to students that literature can make you a better person; add hot sexy muscle to your soul; give you a chance to forgive fictional people for real people's faults; give you hope that the depressing plot doesn't have to happen and that the elevating plot could; give you language you never had for love, anger, God, politics, and the chaotic knot of your own thoughts; and activate your imagination just through manipulating the combination of 26 letters on a page until you weep or laugh or get horny or get mad or want to do something important, not only long term and before you die but perhaps in the next five minutes. It makes your food taste better and causes flowers to grow behind you when you walk (that one was for Rachel).
Damn, yo. I want hot sexy muscle on my soul. I'm sure that getting my Eng. Lit. degree didn't give me that. I got robbed!
Meantime, back to the doldrum of explaining to students that literature can make you a better person; add hot sexy muscle to your soul; give you a chance to forgive fictional people for real people's faults; give you hope that the depressing plot doesn't have to happen and that the elevating plot could; give you language you never had for love, anger, God, politics, and the chaotic knot of your own thoughts; and activate your imagination just through manipulating the combination of 26 letters on a page until you weep or laugh or get horny or get mad or want to do something important, not only long term and before you die but perhaps in the next five minutes. It makes your food taste better and causes flowers to grow behind you when you walk (that one was for Rachel).
Damn, yo. I want hot sexy muscle on my soul. I'm sure that getting my Eng. Lit. degree didn't give me that. I got robbed!