[Occasionally, Javert does join the social world, if for nothing else, than to idly poke his nose around and dig up some valuable information about people, objects, events. Imagine that, Phil! He plucks one out for himself and offers the lighter next.]
The kids are annoying, but they won't defeat you. You've got a mouth to match theirs, I understand. [He lights up and start his own cigarette. Puff puff puff. He shakes out the light and slides it onto the table, kicking his head back in a strange, stilted brand of casual. Like he were attempting to imitate casual motions and could not quite capture it. Nonetheless, his indifferent voice is rather relaxed by comparison.]
Yet your position doesn't hold a teacher long. You are the seventh in six years. Dreadful outlooks. [A pause. Javert takes a long, gratuitous drag, peering at Phil through a stream of sweet blue-gray smoke.] Now don't mistake me, I am only curious: What the hell convinced you to apply? Knowing this possibility for limited job security?
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The kids are annoying, but they won't defeat you. You've got a mouth to match theirs, I understand. [He lights up and start his own cigarette. Puff puff puff. He shakes out the light and slides it onto the table, kicking his head back in a strange, stilted brand of casual. Like he were attempting to imitate casual motions and could not quite capture it. Nonetheless, his indifferent voice is rather relaxed by comparison.]
Yet your position doesn't hold a teacher long. You are the seventh in six years. Dreadful outlooks. [A pause. Javert takes a long, gratuitous drag, peering at Phil through a stream of sweet blue-gray smoke.] Now don't mistake me, I am only curious: What the hell convinced you to apply? Knowing this possibility for limited job security?