Quincunx Posted February 24, 2007 Report Posted February 24, 2007 Sixteen years of study, the radiance of proper spelling and neat pencils in a row, a deeper thrill when those funny X's conjoined with the numbers and multiplication became real, leaping upward through the studies, no time for exercise, no care for anything that was not intellectual, the degree which meant little when stood against the pride of being a Thinker-- Unacknowledged. His arms on the chain around her waist. His face framing the smile that had found the mother of its children. And I laughed when S--- said she was going into uniform. I bet she'd have been able to break him over her knee, by now.
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