The author sat in front of the class, staring absently at the ceiling, while the professor was uncomfortably eyeing us in hopes of getting someone to speak up out of guilt. I like these discussions about literature and philosophy, but there wasn't much to go on here. His new novel is called ‘Felicia and Dr Maus’ and it hasn't even been published yet, so what could I possibly gleam from the title that warranted asking a question? My silence was not to be, however.
