Incidentally:
My French literature professor is so adorably cute, I can almost forget that his midterm essay is going to rape me senseless. Today we were discussing Baudelaire, and all of a sudden he got excited in a way that only old, nerdy French people can get. When he gets excited about a certain aspect of literature, which happens quite frequently, he starts talking really fast and wildly gesticulating. In this particular case, we were talking about "Les Fleurs du Mal," which happens to be about...a dead body. So all of a sudden his monologue speeds up, his accent becomes a bit more incomprehensible, and he goes on and on about: "Love is beautiful! A flower is beautiful! But a cadaver, it is not beautiful! So, one does not speak about it!" All of this is making me love French a little more, even if I can't actually speak for shit at the moment.
I got ambushed by the God Squad the other day. No, I don't want to talk about it.
I got ambushed by the God Squad the other day. No, I don't want to talk about it.