"When you see someone looking at the wet patch on my belly, Lisa," I remind her,"I want a loud and sincere sounding 'Sorry for spilling that juice on you, Daddy.' "
A student with once said that during my first year teaching at Emory. His plea was dripping with such inappropriate glee that it haunts me every time I hear it.
"Balderdash!" I say. "I bet his name isn't even Kim. And if it is, I can come up with a way better one for him."
Yoon Seok Yul declares martial law late last night while we are sleeping, and brings the military in to halt parliament. Parliament should be sleeping.
I'm a mathematician. The days that I need to prepare a solution of Acryloyl Chloride are few and far between.
The ululation has broken my concentration. "Ululate this!" I think to the smug insects. Then realising what they are ululating, "It's too damned hot."
