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Show -220- that the other two persons at the bar xrere listening in on their conversation. He d i d n ' t feel in the mood to get into a larger discussion, maybe an argument. "When I f i r s t started teaching," he went on, "xre a l l complained that the students were too placid. For excitement, they sxallowed goldfish or conducted panty-raids. Noxr that they've become p o l i t i c a l l y axare, xre xant to crack their heads." "That's what xre ought-a do," a man doxm the bar in a seaman's blue stocking cap said. "They damn lucky t ' b e gettin' a education." "Like the Governor said," the Professor replied. "Education is a privilege, not a r i g h t ." "Your damn t o o t i n ' , " tho man said. , "I don't happen to believe t h a t , " the Professor told him. The seaman leaned aggressively toxard him on the bar. His eyes glared. Txro ragged holes in the elbows of his pullover also seemed to be staring a t the Professor. "You c a l l i n ' me a l i a r ?" The bartender laughed. "You stated your opinion; he stated h i s . That's a l l , " the bartender said. "Your fuckin' rights! An' mine's the truth." "Truth? Truth? What i s truth?" the bartender said in a light tone. He noticed that the Professor had finished his drink. "Another?" he asked. |