Master says: Of course. You’re an ass.

Master says: And why? Because you’re a sluggard, a slouch.

Master says: Never once were you willing to sit down and hammer away at your general ontology.

Master says: Had I flunked you in philosophy—and especially axiology—which, mind you, it was my sacred duty to do, you wouldn’t be sneaking around the cemetery now

Master says: I admit it, yes, I am partly to blame!

Master says: You neglected your studies as only a die-hard do-nothing could

Master says: Yet how many times, how many times, you unmitigated dunce, did I say in class that you have to think before you act?

Master says: But no, he wouldn’t dream of thinking! Builds himself a Contemplator, look at the great inventor!

Master says: But then you haven’t the time for books, scientific or artistic, have you?