When they got to the scene, they didn't know there was a monster there waiting for them, who didn't care about the job they were doing. He took their lives in a cowardly fashion,

He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person's standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant. There was no understanding it. Each time he made the turn, he saw only the white, unused, buckling sidewalk, with perhaps, on one night, something vanishing swiftly across a lawn before he could focus his eyes or speak.
But now, tonight, he slowed almost to a stop. His inner mind, reaching out to turn the corner for him, had heard the faintest whisper. Breathing? Or was the atmosphere compressed merely by someone standing very quietly there, waiting?
He turned the corner.

He is a monster, what more can you say? When people see he is on our side, you can see them thinking before they go into a challenge with him. He can do everything and we will miss him.

I have 30 seconds to tell you I have been waiting 60 years to get on this stage.

There has been a lot of student interest and parent interest. We have a waiting list for our introductory course we will be teaching in the fall.

It was the strangest feeling. It was like we were waiting for this, so when it came, we were so ready. We felt like we were supposed to be here.