Harley, on the other hand, would be an elegantly dressed professor of English literature with a lot of grey hair, poor eyesight and no understanding of today's youth. This would be frequently expressed as long sighs and utter resignation to his lot in life. He would hammer on about discipline and art and work ethics, and every once in a while, he would connect with a passionate student, and his eyes would light up so you could see the spark that once was, and maybe could still be, if his body wasn't so achy, and his soul so tired. He would elicit respect from all who knew him. His students wonder what he was like in his youth.