One of my philosophy professors is so old that I'm afraid he'll die during class one day. He must be at least 90. We're all afraid to turn a page in our notebooks, because the crinkle of the paper drowns out his slow, quieter-than-a-whisper voice. He speaks and thinks so fucking slowly, albeit with the specificity and clarity you'd expect from an
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