Philistines

I'm starting to get really resentful of my carpool-mates due to their INEXPLICABLE refusal to listen Middlemarch on CD on the drive to and from school. It's like Valium with an accent, and it reminds me that there are in this world people capable of complex thought and copious mental retention, and it makes me feel that those 45 shoulder-tensing minutes behind the wheel aren't an utter waste of life.