When I did my Philosophy degree, one of the lecturers, who amongst other courses did a first year course on basic pre-socratic greek philosophy had a very dry sense of humour. In the first year of degrees in Welsh universities, the student has to take 1/3 of the year doing courses from outside their main course of study. As they see it as useful in the study of religion the presocratic course tends to get flooded by students who are doing degrees in Theology. All goes well till just before the end of the course, just before christmas when he gets onto Socrates. The final lecture is TheTrial and death of Socrates, compared to the trial and death of Jesus. and how whereas Socrates death is a pure and noble thing, Jesus death is marked by betrayal, not just of the main character, but of all his principles and in fact is an ultimately sordid affair.

This one lecture is treated by many of the students pretty much as a Christmas party, and you used to find philosophy students returning year after year to this lecture, to watch the increasingly outraged theology students storming out as  the realisation of what is going on in the lecture  gradually surfaces in their conciousness.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.