The corner and the fist and the hate that choked my breathing;
'Stop it.'
'Stop what?'
'Stop being so smart. Or you'll regret it.'

Stop being so smart?
Switch off a mind, forget everything learnt?
Clear away memory, knowledge and labour?
Become slow, boring, struggle with everyday thinking?
Learn instead hatred for those who can think?

Go to hell.
I'm smart enough I can build you a road there.

Hmm, kinda explains itself, doesn't it? Without being muadlin or anything, my childhood days were not particularly happy. But I got some great stories out of them - silver linings and all.