Teaching was as nightmarish as Elliot had expected. “I hate children,” he announced at lunch after his first lesson, flopping down on the bench and banging his forehead against the table. Serene patted his back. “I know, sweetheart.” “I hate them all,” said Elliot. “I especially hate Cyril, who became overwhelmed by my, quote, harsh tone, unquote, and began to hyperventilate. But I also hate Daniel, who asks stupid questions, and Miriam, who is a little know-it-all, which would be fine if she knew it all, but let me tell you—she doesn’t!”
Sounds like Elliot is meeting himself
