I’ve taken three courses with Professor Bulb: Introduction to Literary Theory, History of Criticism, and Theory of Fiction
His mind drew quicker than his tongue.
He would stutter inconvenient vowels.
He wore a white button up every day.
His seamed pants cinched at the waist. Fastened with a thick black leather belt.
He wrote with his thumb, index, and middle finger cupped around the pen.
He spewed about
Arnold and Anarchy.
Neitzches and Nazis.
Lacan and the Imaginary.
Saussure and the signified.
Descartes’ — everything.