185 Requiem

On the square, Maxwell stood amongst the crowd of silent professors with his top hat. He studied the students before him quietly.

"This group of kids is full of youthful energy," he chuckled. "Every time I see them, I think that the change of eras might not be a bad thing." Sydney glanced at him in confusion, but Maxwell whistled proudly. "These kids are at least luckier now. When I was their age, I didn’t have all these long-legged girls wearing short skirts to look at! Everyone had class in church. Men had to be gentlemen and girls had to be covered up. They could only show their faces and talk about God’s teachings. They were just like nuns…"

Sydney coughed softly and glanced at the girl standing quietly nearby, hinting at Maxwell to stop. This old b*stard did not think about the situation before speaking—he did not need to be full of praise, but he should not be acting like a gangster in public.