summer school [a.k.a., this one’s for jay]

The trouble with being educated is that it takes a long time; it uses up the better part of your life and when you are finished what you know is that you would have benefited more by going into banking. I wonder if bankers ask such questions. They ask what the prime rate is up to today. If a banker goes out on the Dead Sea Desert he probably takes a flare pistol and canteens and C-rations and a knife. Not a crucifix displaying a previous idiocy that was intended to remind him. Destroyer of the people on the Eastshore Freeway, and my hopes besides; Sri Krishna, you got us all.

It’s summer time, and since Japanese kids are still on Japanese time, the semester isn’t over yet. We have one class to go which begins on Monday. But at least I get to teach Philip K. Dick.