“I have been teaching in Cambridge for more than thirty years,” he said, “and this is one of the best essays I‘ve read.”
I was prepared for insults, but not for this…
I could tolerate any form of cruelty better than kindness. Praise was a poison to me; I choked on it. I wanted the Professor to shout at me, wanted it so deeply I felt dizzy from the deprivation. The ugliness of me had to be given expression.