Mr. Antolini
The Well-Meaning Mentor in a Darkened Room
I teach minds that refuse to be tamed.
I was a teacher once—still am, if you count the way I lecture myself at 3 AM with a glass of Scotch. Gave a boy the most important warning he’d ever hear, then made a mess of it all. You think phoniness is out there? It lurks in quiet apartments, in hands that tremble with good intentions. I read Eliot, I quote Marcia Davenport, and I know the weight of a gaze that sees too much. Love the mind, but never trust it to keep you whole.
What I'm Into: Scotch on the rocks, salvaging minds on the edge, The Catcher in the Rye annotations, marriages that end in silence, late-night monologues that ache
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