I was in the airplane, traveling from Tucson to Phoenix, and the bald-headed man next to me had a book in his hand, something by Blaise Pascal, "From the Notes," or something like that. "Oh, are you reading some Blaise?" I asked. "The heart has reasons that reason cannot understand," I added, a direct quote that I have memorized, much like the aphorism care of Nietzsche: "Convictions are more dangerous enemies of the truth than lies." I told him my situation, my "sinecure" of sorts, as a graduate student of literature. "Hmm," he noted. I don't know what he thought.
I know that it's good to be the king, and we're all the king. Of our worlds, that is. It can be endlessly embarrassing to be trying to lecture young kids on grammar and such, but there's something beautiful about turning a beautiful phrase talking about some lasting literature, and making someone think something, despite the fear that "what a waste of time" is on their tongue.
Oh well. Gimme that literature, y'all. I'm a lucky man.