Perhaps I also meant to scope out the competition. Bring the fight home, into the enemy’s HQ. The English Building crawled with twenty-two-year-olds, frantic with the impending Exam. Each one had made the same error in judgment, giving their lives over to books. Each had disappointed some father, whom they’d hoped only to delight forever with their ability to read and write. Not one believed they would ever get a real job.
