Max: You should be writing your paper.
Me: I'm trying.
Max: No you're not, you're playing on livejournal and checking Hot or Not every ten minutes to see if you're rating's changed.
Max: You're a ten. In fact you are beyond a ten, you... you are the archetype of male beauty, the pinacle of human physical perfection. You, my friend, are an eleven. Satisfied? Now go write your paper.
Me: I don't have anything to write about.
Max: How about love? Or death? Birth? Beauty? These are topics that have inspired artists for millenia, I doubt they're exhausted now.
Me: It's a philosophy paper, Max, not a screenplay.
Max: They're all the same. What's the paper topic?
Me: "Consider how Aristotle’s analysis of being is analogous to his analysis of good (and substance to happiness)."
Max: How is his analysis of being analogous to his analysis of good and substance to happiness?
Me: They both follow the same pattern. Being is a potentiate of the Good just as substance is a potentiate to happiness.
Max: It is?
Me: Yes. Happiness is an actualization and it actualizes human beings, who of course, are made of substance. Good is an actualization, in particular the actualization of existence, and existence is a potentiate between happiness and the first potentiate, being. It's the same thing: potentiate one, potentiate two, actualization.
Max: So write that.
Me: That's not twelve-hundred words.
Max: Make it twelve-hundred words.
Me: Can't I do an outline on the plane?
Max: Do you want to fail this paper?
Me: Not particularly, but I don't really care about it.
Max: I hope you're sincere about that.