“He even managed to stop at the chemistry lab and leave his envelope of rust scrapings with Professor Joad before getting to class on the dot. No doubt he taught well enough, but when a couple of students came to ask questions afterward, he had some trouble fishing his brain for relevant answers. The only thing really on his mind was, “What the hell shall I do next?” As soon as he could decently escape from the classroom, he went. Rather, he started. He’d barely got one foot over the threshold w...hen he was confronted by what the less discerning might have mistaken for a rampaging Tyrannosaurus Rex. Shandy didn’t even flinch, but merely remarked, “Hello, President. What’s eating you?” Thorkjeld Svenson merely jerked his massive head in the direction of his own sanctum. “Office.” Shandy followed. The presidential reception room was empty, the secretary having gone to lunch. Nevertheless, Svenson closed and locked his inner door before he ordered, “Sit.” “If it’s about Ungley,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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