One evening, as Tom Libby and I were bs-ing with the gusto and solemnity that only college students can indulge in without laughter, Tom mounted a full-frontal assault on his homework assignment -- the work of Percy Bysshe Shelley:
"'I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!'" Tom intoned sonorously... followed immediately with a resounding
"OHHH SHIT!!!!!"His voice fairly dripped with get-a-life, sparkling disgust.
And to this day, I simply cannot forget the trumpet I heard that evening.