How Does She Do It?
There are times when I find myself struck with awe at being in the presence of greatness, even when it's only as an email recipient. Bowing my head in shame at the audacity of calling myself a writer while reading the words of the truly gifted:
He's got the bedside manner of a rattlesnake with shingles.(In reference to a mutual acquaintance whom we hold in mutually low regard.)
Cranky Prof: I am not worthy.