She knew that the students’ supposed impatience to leave class was but a very superficial description of their temperament. Sometimes they were not at all impatient to leave. This was not only because they might not have any interesting place to go to, not even a convenient home out there. It was much more than that: youth has not the same sense of time as adults. Young, with those boundless, everlasting, extremely dangerous moments of theirs – the riding of motors, the consuming of drugs, the hard fighting – are entrapped in a special form of eternity. Young are immortal. Therefore, though sometimes clock minutes are everything to them, some others mean nothing.