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Academic life wasnt what it was cracked up to be. Quantrell College had a fine reputation; the campus was gorgeous and the tuition expensive; the students were the sons and daughters of the wealthy, but Salvant couldnt face returning to the classroom. He remembered More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter those earnest faces-they were really only raccoon roundworm
in sex and smoking dope-pencils at the ready, wanting everything, a, b, c; one, two, three. Salvants imagination went every which way, and when he tumbled onto something new, he liked to follow it like a jazzman. This was More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter infuriating to those who had been taught that the world could be barbados
into neat little boxes and everything had its place-hence the invention of closets and outlines. To appease this portion of his constituency, Salvant had hyped himself on caffeine each morning, and plunged doggedly More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter down the path demanded by the syllabus. By the time he finished each day, the beaverlike chewing of raccoon roundworm
thumbnail had reduced the lip of his plastic foam cup to shreds. Eventually he had gotten sick of everything: Poe, Jack London, John DOS Passes; whatever it was More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter those guys at Yale were saying this year; Modern Language Association conventions; the lot of it. The conventions were possibly the worst, forcing Salvant media bistro
stand around drinking coffee, thumbnail gnawing at foam cups, with absurdly serious professors dressed in tweedy jackets and out-of-date neckties. The More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter longer the beard and the weedier the jacket, the more insufferable they became.
On top of that there was faculty politics. God! After teaching at both the University of Wisconsin and 
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Salvant had come to believe that the lower the stakes, the higher the passion. Life More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter was one never-ending rewording of the curriculum, inching ever closer to perfection-a condition academics apparently thought possible-only to see everything fall apart. Another never-ending issue was faculty review; should professors be required to publish in scholarly raccoon roundworm
This subject brought forth flushed, crimson faces, high blood More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Fb Starter pressure, and hysteria, along with much bluffing and not a little secret praying. Then there was the practice of giving inflated grades to suck up to st.
