On Guilt, Shame, & Remorse

Abstract

I watch him. He has a mischievous grin on his face. He means to do something, something not all together right. He is in the library. He is supposed to be working on a project. He doesn’t want to be at a table, or at a cubicle, or in a chair. He needs a book. Yes, that’s it. A book. Getting a book will give him licence to escape his chair, to meander, swan about, and kill time until lunch. He gets up and heads off in search of a book.