“Just popped an Addie, so I’m good to go” — this sort of pretest attitude has become pervasive. Conversations with several students suggested Adderall was always available, costing from $2 to $5 a pill.

I pitied poor Miss Read’s unfortunate situation, who was generally dejected, seldom cheerful, and avoided company […]

VLADIMIR: Together again at last! We'll have to celebrate this. But how? (He reflects.) Get up till I embrace you.

You've intrigued me with the idea that certain parables are often misinterpreted and therefore mispreached. Do you think of another parable that, because of our cultural distance, we miss the point, we miss the surprise, and we mispreach?