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247. Each time a friend, a colleague, even a random stranger asked him a question

Each time a friend, a colleague, even a random stranger asked him a question of the ‘do you’ kind, his reply would start out the same.

‘Do you remember the formula we had to use in this spreadsheet?’

‘Of course.’

‘Do you know the way to the railway station?’

‘Of course.’

‘Do you suppose that Cary from accounting is having an affair with Violet from reception?’

He knew it all.

He knew how tall the Statue of Liberty was. Three hundred and five feet and one inch, from the bottom of the pedestal to the tip of the torch.

Just like anyone would remember that it takes eight minutes for the Sun’s light to reach Earth or that no three positive integers a, b, and c can satisfy the equation an + bn = cn for any integer value of n greater than two.

He also knew that he would go home that evening and like any other day would eat a meal for one at his kitchen table. He knew the phone wouldn’t ring and that there’d be no friendly house call from the neighbours. He knew his colleagues would be at McGinty’s after work. And that he would not be invited to join.

Because they were envious of his intellect.

Of course.

What other reason could they have?

 

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146. They were eager to learn

They were eager to learn but Mrs. Robertson did not come to class at eight.

As the clock gobbled up the minutes, well past the hour, a sense that all was not well set in. Gripped by insecurity the pupils took solace in their textbooks. Reading kept them sane. Absorbing knowledge would quell the morbid hypotheses already forming in their minds.

At the back of the class a shadowy figure waited patiently. He looked forward to the chaos that would inevitably erupt. The ghost of Mrs. Robertson, also present, had faith in her pupils however.

She had prepared them well.

They would not succumb.

 

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