_ME is teaching a class down at the whorehouse._ ME: _[Taking the pandeiro away from Beaccer]_ If all you have to offer is a shit sandwich, just say it. Don't tell us how lucky we are and that it's going to taste delicious. _[Breaking Ravin’s granddad’s knife]_ Without desire, there is no talent. _[Not having sex with Claerh]_ Mind plays are meant to be set in the mind. _[Saying no to Mihlye]_ Success isn’t bigger than you; it’s smaller. _[Not calling on Caiej]_ Smart people know within themselves when to try. Smarter people know within themselves when to quit. _[Being cold to Kumbra]_ By the time you recognize it, it is already gone. ILELE: Yeah, I’ll be transferring out of this class. ME: It’s not because of me, is it? ILELE: No. You’re cool. You wear cool shirts.