When he had debated the subject years
before, the experience of reading had come down to an indeterminacy
that left out the possibility of conclusive understanding. This
disappointed many of his undergraduates, but then, reality was more
often than not a disappointment. His writings on the matter had taken
him a long way at the beginning of his career, but after years of more
ardent methods of spiritual exploration, late at night, with several
friends keeping a bloodshot eye out for the police, his writing had
lost something of the cohesiveness it once had. He had always assumed
that he would get it back one day, but lately, the face he encountered
in the mirror looked more like his father's than his own, and although
he had taken some positive strides to get back into the lit. theory
game, he hadn't enjoyed much success. This new venture, however,
seemed to be the turnaround. Having this kind of power would turn not
a few heads -- networking being the prime ingredient in any good,
tenured position.
Skimming through the pages one last time, he decided that he had
arrived at a justifiable understanding of the matter.
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