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Here's an excerpt from a book I recently read, "Special Topics in Calamity Physics," by Marisha Pessl.

Though he certainly never said so, it was evident Dad adored being in motion, in transit, in the midst. He found standstills, halts, finishing points, termini, to be unappetizing, dull. Dad wasn’t concerned with the fact that he was seldom at a university long enough to learn his students’ names and was forced, for the sake of assigning their grades correctly at the end of term, to give them certain pertinent monikers, such as Too Many Questions, Tadpole Glasses, Smile Is All Gums and Sits on My Left.