La haine

That remark finally broke the dam. Suddenly, he stopped. And all of time in the room suspended accordingly. There it was, his very last crumb of control. For he was the teacher. He saw their expectant faces wry and thought:

"The long, drab and public path to my demise. And you guys got fronts seats. You'd better bring some popcorn."

And he went through with the class, as if a parallel brain, a habit-infested stem, took over his motor cortex. All this while a clip from La haine played in his head over and over echoing:

"Jusqu'ici, tout va bien."