It was as if he'd made a separate fortune even larger than his fabulously vast legitimate one and then spent all of it on a single ultimately pointles... project. The man's birth and childhood on the Shikasta colony in the Asteroid Belt was shrouded in mystery. This was partly because the colony had been a collateral casualty of the nuclear war between Pallas and Ceres and any material evidence of his early years was now obliterated into tiny radioactive particles. There was also a surprising. He stepped forward, I began to feel my nerves rising.“So the little ginger bitch speaks after all,” His voice echoed of the cold room. “If you really must know, I am Jerome. Tyrese just so happens to be running late so I had another brother join me until T arrives, this is Maurice.”The other man stepped forward, doing nothing but nodding shyly. He would have been at least 20 years younger than Jerome, who was at least 50. “The more the merrier.” I blurted out before turning my pale freckled. They were the enemy to good planning and discipline and a foe to learning. The first few years he taught he used elaborate lesson plans and those plans never made it through half way through a years worth of classes. All the teachers found it to be true. Having lesson plans just made you feel guilty when you didn't get to go fast enough.Were students that dumb? They didn't get it. And teaching ... real teaching was nothing like the Professors said it would be. Like Generals planning to fight. Can you do that? The man who talks of his wife stimulates my mind. He voices his accounts of his sacrifices for her pleasure. Her illness and trappings of her mind which she really begs to be rescued from. Her thoughts are perhaps a new dress, perhaps a turtle dress, will cure her of her desires. ‘This is turtle love,’ I whisper in your ear. Water envelopes us in ways not to be explained in mere words, transcending the worlds under the skies. I tell the man in the restaurant that I fall asleep.