Excellent, much better, best, bested
“Chris? He’s a petty chicken-brained loser however it’s a common knowledge that the head of state is grooming him to be the next department head so simply do what he states.”
Both academics walked throughout the quadrangle, the earthy scent of leaf litter and the gold radiance of late afternoon surrounding them. The term was well underway but pupils still relaxed on the lawn, relatively without a care in the world.
“And watch the path– that stone’s been loose for several years.”
The postdoc said admiringly,
“Jim, you really know every little thing about this place.”
The old teacher stopped. He resolved the more youthful guy with an emphasis uncharacteristic of his dry, sardonic fashion.
“Don’t wind up like me. Do not take place up until your head’s filled with cobblestones and quality publications and you aren’t good for anything else.”
“Make a life outside the ivory tower.”