No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud...says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call for. ” “Miss Francis, this is Jack Morton, Jimmy’s uncle, remember?” “Has something happened to Jimmy?” She had a flash of Jimmy lying sick or hurt in some way. Jack’s voice was calm and even. “No, no, he’s fine. By the way, he says you’re the best teacher he’s ever had.” The voice wavered a bit, and then the words came quickly. “That’s not why I called. I, um, well, I noticed that you weren’t wearing a ring that night at the school, and I wondered if you’d have dinner with me sometime.” She was. He had obtained screeds of data sheets from American, European and Japanese websites on rocketry dating right back to the Apollo missions. He even had stuff on the world’s very first satellite called Sputnik sent into orbit by the Russians in 1957. All this information was used to calculate what size a penis would need to be and how fast it would need to ejaculate at to get a bucket sized payload of semen to splat down onto Mare Tranquillitatis. Even though the trajectory was not going to be. If I had to find fault with Steve it would be that he was a little toolaid back. Nothing much worried him. When I went to night school to learnbusiness accounting he didn't see the need. He would take a day offwhenever he felt the urge while I was left to square off with whateverproblems came along. Still that was Steve, the good certainly made up forthe bad.Steve was with me the night Jenny and I met. We were at a pub in thesuburbs back in the days when they supported live music. Steve was.