Sometimes you’re talking about something really personal and you become acutely aware that the intern sitting a few feet away from your desk has not turned a page in his book FOR THE LAST HOUR.
“I spent the summer wasting, The time was passed so pleasantly. Say cheerio to books now! The only things I’ll read are faces. I spent the summer wasting Under a canopy of Seven weeks of river walkways, Seven weeks of reading papers, Seven weeks of feeling guilty, Seven weeks of staying up all night.” -B&S