He Who Hates Correction Is Foolish Novels & Stories

He shook his head, putting a hand over his bike like it was the Oscar award. I blew a breath. "It will save us time and energy resources. Use your brains for a change." "I do use my brains, you should too. Oh wait! You don't have any!" He exclaimed in mock horror. "Of course not! That's precisely why Mrs. Finn assigned me tutor you. Oh the irony!" "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." "It is the only answer to stupidity." "Haha, you aren't afraid of motorbikes?" He asked, changing the subject.

he said, but something told me the meaning was deeper than he let on. “So you’re casually calling me stupid, I’m wounded,” I said dramatically. “It’s not stupidity, it’s just your habit of putting heart over mind.” “You’re here too, does that make us both fools?” “Yes, it does. Fools for love.” “Then I don’t mind being one.” ~

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” “What about ‘persistent’?” He counters. I roll my eyes. “That’s one way to put it.” “Or, maybe ‘physically strong’?” “Absolutely not.” “Smart?” “Good one.” “Right right. Insanely intelligent. That’s better.” “You forgot ‘humble’,” I retort sarcastically. “Ok. How about clever?” “That’s pushing it.” “Frustrating?” “Yes!” I give him a mocking clap. “You finally got one right.”

He was the one who approached me in the first place, and now he’s making me feel like I’m stupid. He looked at me and shook his head. “This is why I hate talking to you. You are very stupid and don’t have any form of discipline at all. Even if the situation is like this, shouldn’t you think of solutions rather than blaming people for your incompetence?” I grabbed his collar. “Say that to me again, clearly. What do you mean by this? Do you think I’m stupid or what?”

He looks miserable so I go and grab his handsome face in my hands staring into those beautiful eyes, "What's done is done, don't beat yourself up over this okay? I've learned that people make mistakes all the time. The thing is, we don't know we're making A mistake, While we're making The mistake! But wisdom is gained by learning from the mistake made and not making it again!"

- You are useless, luck only serves to addict and commit sins. - In my opinion, a pencil is one level above a pen, it is beautiful. - Hmm! Fragile, brittle, and everything he does can be erased. Don't compare us! - Nowadays only fools prefer the immutable, if I may. - Good! If you talk like that I can mention that you never got off the shelf much. It is only here because the master likes a distraction while he writes. Jester!

“That he died because he was too stupid. Because he made a mistake. Well, guess what? Making mistakes is what being human is all about. Learning from our countless mistakes, and growing from them. Making ourselves better over time. “We don’t need a violent, psychopathic tyrant to whip that idea into your head. If you think that having a fat ledger balances out the scars on your body, you’re dead wrong. And if you keep going the way you are, Ain’t nothing gonna be left of you!”

He thought: the correction produces the vocabulary. He thought about all the corrections — Frances's stool depth and Tom's narrowed window and Reuben's load bearing and Ellie's level entry. He thought about the corrections as the places where the vocabulary had been given — the principle named in the moment of the repair. He thought about the practice's vocabulary as the accumulated corrections, the words found at the edge of the wrong thing. He thought: the practice learns from its errors. He thought: the honest section improves because it is corrected. He thought: the fifth section with the counter moved back will be more honest than the fifth section as drawn.

“What ? You realize the mess you have fucked up, is that it?” “ I'm sorry, okay? If I had to do it again I…” I cross my arms against my chest waiting for him to finish his sentence. “If I had to do it again I…” “ Believe me, if I knew who you were, I would never have laid eyes on you. Damon Westwood” He sighs before looking up. “ I knew it wouldn't be long before you shed all the light on me." “You just confirm all the clichés.Rich hunks? Unable to

“Who’s to say you won’t do it again?” “I won’t,” I answer. The certainty coating my words is unrivalled. I was a fool once, I won’t be a fool again. “I was dumb then, now I know better. You shouldn’t try to come between us. And you are only hurting her with your attitude. She loves me too.”