HACK ARTISTS

“A long faculty meeting. I was going to add ‘boring,’ but that goes without saying. I feel like a clod of dirt. Karl looked at his watch and made restless movements, saying it was four o’clock and he had to get to the stores before they closed. Louise, meeting chairman and his wife, retorted testily that he had taken up more time talking than anyone else. They continued to snipe at each other while the rest of us sat with carefully crossed legs and more carefully composed expressions. We’re all hack artists, designing our exteriors to meet conventional expectations.”