(TH/EN) To me, there are two things in the world that would NEVER go out of style: money and knowledge. I was in my sophomore year, my father allowed me to drive to school for the first time. One condition though, was that each evening, I was to pick him up at his work. My university was on Henri Dunant Road, his office on Silom. Usually, he would get off work late, and strangely, instead of going window shopping at the MBK mall like most of my peers, I would rather be sitting around, doing my homework and reading at his office’s vast library. The waiting was only for a couple of hours a day, but the result of being surrounded by books and...