College isn't half as much fun as they told us it was going to be.""It's not one-hundredth as much fun.

Eventually the real world intruded again, and Sophie had to return to campus—woefully behind on homework, but incandescently in love.

I had an absurd desire to go down to her and make sure she was all right, and stay with her until dawn. I also had a fierce wish to bludgeon the two frat boys to death with a shovel.

..."There’s really no way I can explain it to her without *still* sounding like scum," I complained to Sinter."The 'sympathy shack-up' doesn’t score many points," he agreed.*