A
student shows up at the end of a young professor's office hours. She
hurriedly glances up and down the hall, closes his door, and kneels
pleadingly in front of his chair.
"Professor,
I need to pass this exam," she says, "I would do anything in order to
pass the course." She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, and
gazes meaningfully into his eyes. "I mean," she whispers, "I would do
anything . . . . "
He returns her gaze, "Anything?"
"Anything."
His voice softens, "Anything?"
"Anything," she repeats again.
(Thanks or blame to Paul A.)
