Articles in “Strange Conversations”

In which I ask Nick about a piece of writing.

NICK: It was very good indeed.
ME: I wish you’d give me feedback without prompting, sometimes.
NICK: Well, yes. I’m very passive in that way.
ME: And I wish you’d occasionally give me feedback that doesn’t involve weasel words.
NICK: Using weasel words is what sets us apart from the animals. Except for the weasels.
ME: Shut up now.
NICK: Very well.
ME: Damn you.

In which Nick has the courage of his convictions.

ME (reading student assessment): These students were eight years old when they first read Harry Potter. I was twenty three.
NICK: There’s life in the old girl yet.
ME: Really?
NCIK: Of course.
ME: No, I mean really? That’s how you choose to respond to that comment?
NICK: It’s for your own good.
ME: How, precisely?
NICK: So that you don’t feel bad about yourself, and start thinking, and … well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

ME: I have no idea what he’s singing.
NICK: I’m sure it’s about his tax return.
ME: Yes, but you thought the sun was a truck that brought you beer.
NICK: And I still do.

ME: I must be such a trial.
NICK: No, you’re not. You’re the opposite of a trial. A test. No. No, wait! Those are the same things, aren’t they?