I was possibly one of the worst students any teacher could ever have, not because I was boisterous but because I was not. I remember coming to life only to do my makeup before break so I could slink around but at least look half-way decent while so doing and my favourite History teacher telling me and my best friend C: "Please, girls, please, just once can you pay attention? And how many times have I told you no eating M&Ms in class. Sheba, put down that mascara!" Most of the time I would "waste time in idle behaviour" as my English teacher would rant, (although my favourite was when she wrote on the side of an essay, "Stop varnishing the gloss with your language and give me the facts!"), but there was one more time when I came alive, and that was when the subject was Philosophy. Don't ask me why. I have always had a rich inner life to make up for my non-existent real one, and there's something about the subject that makes me feel... richer. So when I came across these two books, I lit up for a brief, shining moment as the saying goes. Better to enter a kingdom of Heaven right here, right now, wouldn't you say?
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