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He ignored the class, their situations reminded him of youthful wounds...... He had been riding the trains of antiquity too long......So He walked away to Belize and expounded to the sensitive natives there, and they performed rituals and dances in his honor, before the aquamarine sea, upon pink Conch beaches and lounged within white stucco cliffs behind air-conditioned glass where he let them massage his feet........And they danced and danced and one by one they disappeared ......until he found himself back into that antiquated sanctity, passing out degrees that were laborioiusly printed upon the thin paper of lack of experience. ...................