Do they not sneakingly bestow on me their crass inability to do anything with their own misbegotten progeny, a subterfuge which I scornfully fub off on text-books?

[…] her mother was provident, stingy; in kitchen drawers Puttermesser still discovered folded squares of used ancient waxed paper, million-creased into whiteness, cheese-smelling, nesting small unidentifiable wormlets […]

I've been wondering what happens if I fail my diss. I know i'm allowed to fail 60 credits but I don't think that includes the diss.

Oh, that boy, he's a caution! He does make me laugh.