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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 162 of 307 went silent throughout the class. No sound but breathing. Thirty 7 seconds. Sixty seconds. Two minutes." "Wow. That's a long time to wait in a classroom." "I know. Oops. Anyway, the second hand is laboriously creeping towards two minutes thirty seconds when this guy in the center of the classroom just explodes. He leaps up and raises his hand over his head and slams it down on the table in front of him and he stares me in the face like he is a tiger I have cornered. He yells 'Don't you get it! We're told what to like.'" "Wow. Awesome. But not terribly surprising or weird." She flipped the napkin around so I could read what she had written. It said, 'silence then outburst from students.' "You're psychic." "Nope. I've just got a Master's in The Church." "I didn't know you could get one of those." I laughed. "You can only get one after you graduate." "You can graduate?" "Remember the book Nineteen Eighty-Four?" "Oh, you mean the one about our time, too?" "Right. You remember Syme from that book?" "Yes, too smart for his own good?" "That's right. There are some of us who are too smart for our own good. We either obey, allow ourselves to be destroyed, or graduate." |
