As a Creative Writing professor

I taught how to be sociable with ink on paper. I told students that when they were writing they should be good dates on blind dates, should show strangers good times.

Alternatively, they should run really nice whorehouses, come one, come all, although they were in fact working in perfect solitude. I said I expected them to do this with nothing but idiosyncratic arrangements in horizontal lines of twenty-six phonetic symbols, ten numbers, and maybe eight punctuation marks, because it wasn't anything that hadn't been done before.