ladystroganoff
"Lousy?"
I balked in mock disbelief, shaking my head. "What kind of shit insult is that? 'Your attitude is lousy'? What are you, my mother, my wife?"
And, to my surprise, she replied, "both, actually. Time travel is a funny business. And back in my day, kid, lousy was a prime insult."
The Reader.
Ironically enough, The Reader wasn't actually literate. No: what he read was much more difficult to understand, much more unique of a skill than simple literacy.
The Reader, you see, could read people.