Sleeping With the Enemy

I started telling N about a course on Mark Twain I took as an undergrad at McGill.

“I don’t know why anybody would take such a course,” he said sleepily. “One could just get the books out of the library and read them.”

I almost fell off the bed when I heard that.

“Well,” I responded, brimming over with righteous indignation, “I have no idea why anybody would pay a huge salary to a statistician when one can just as easily count things on a calculator.”

“You can’t do what I do just by using a calculator,” he explained.

“And you can’t substitute what I do in class by taking books out of a library!”

Can you believe that, folks? I have failed at educating my own husband about the importance of literary criticism. I feel like a series of lectures at the home front is in order.

8 thoughts on “Sleeping With the Enemy

  1. I totally can. I had so many conversations like this with an ex in college. I wanted to drag him to class with me.

    Ah, Mark Twain. I love courses that focus on one or two authors. I took a Hemingway & Faulkner course in college. That was one of the best courses I ever took.

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  2. Jesus, next thing you know he will be commenting about you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen making an omellette. 😉
    Remember not to burn it, honey! 🙂

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    1. “Jesus, next thing you know he will be commenting about you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen making an omellette.”

      – Except for the pregnant part, I always cook barefoot and I love omelettes. Maybe I should go make one right now. 🙂 🙂

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