Numbskullery

For every tuneful pop incision like "B-350" or "Chances Are," there's a lump of numbskullery like "Superman Is Dead" ("Now that Superman is dead/ Who will kick ass" — gee guys, I dunno, but if you're that worried . . .) […]

I felt just as I had at seventeen, the fumbling numbskullery of a boy in love without a brain in his head, […]

More than once you've even tried to make me feel better about my frequent numbskullery, tried to comfort me in a tender way when I've spilled a glass of orange juice or run into the door jamb with my forehead.