"Chemicals class?", A teacher walks in snidely looking at the class, "This is not a matchmaking class! This is a class in which chemicals will be the only things combining! So no hand holding! Kissing, winking or other wise! "
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening