«It sounds like the Professor will do most of the talking anyhow. He’s a professor, after all. It’s possible the guy can help the Kid find a job at the university on the grounds crew or something and a more or less permanent place to live. You never know. The Kid has never met a real professor before but they’re supposed to be smart and people respect them and they don’t work for the cops or the state. Besides they’re like priests and shrinks, right ? Everything you tell them is strictly confidential.»
Russell Banks, Lost Memory of Skin. A Novel, Toronto, Alfred A. Knopf Canada, 2011, 416 p., p. 80.