In the hottest room in the library, two wilting undergraduates sit in Naugahyde chairs. One is holding a limp calla lily. The other is sitting by the window.
I am looking for a book. They keep talking.
'He said the world is justified by esthetics but it couldn't be! That would be too cruel.'
'Darling, we all have an inner strength and you just need to find your center....'
These are the deep metaphysical conversations that only 18-year-olds can manage. And the inner strength... could doubtless be found by moving to a cooler room.
P.S. I am not making this up.
