He sits five seats to my left with his nose poking out of his mask. He’s just inches away from the student in front of him. Rather than concentrating on divine justice and the punishment measured for hell’s many sinners, I’m focused on a sinner right here with me and I transform into Minos seated at the entrance of the second circle of hell.

They're absolutely fucking desperate for some witch trials with actual burning at the stake. They're at the very lowest end of the spectrum of human decency.