One of my flight students had a Ph.D. in computer analysis of french literature. He would tell the story of a tenured professor who was THE world’s expert in 19th century German poetry, but who was bathtub-full-of-artichokes insane. He would put on a funny hat and take his umbrella and march up and down the quad like he was commanding ze kaizer’s own marching band.
It was my job to teach this man “A TOMATO FLAMES.” The world has never made sense and neither should you.
One of my flight students had a Ph.D. in computer analysis of french literature. He would tell the story of a tenured professor who was THE world’s expert in 19th century German poetry, but who was bathtub-full-of-artichokes insane. He would put on a funny hat and take his umbrella and march up and down the quad like he was commanding ze kaizer’s own marching band.
It was my job to teach this man “A TOMATO FLAMES.” The world has never made sense and neither should you.