I, like many Wash. U. students, was forced to analyze “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” in high school. Uttering the N-word (I’ll give you a hint, it’s neither Nutella nor narwhal) is enough to make any reasonable person, including myself, uncomfortable even in the context of a classroom.

Remember that part in “The Odyssey” when Odysseus returns to Ithaca and finds that everything has changed, up to the suitors prancing around like 50-year-old men at a prostate exam, legs clinched and manliness on full showcase?