All of which makes me think that it might be interesting for me to read the book that Helen Calkins wrote about her high school years in India.
Of course, such a feat could never be repeated by myself, given that these moneyed Spanish peasants have proven themselves to be the most unsuitable and uninteresting subjects for any work of non-fiction. No one would actually care to read about the misery of high school with those self-absorbed greedy bores.
