The Empirical Mr. B

My brother, Victor, said that Mr. B was the only interesting teacher at our school, and that I might finally learn a thing or two. Because this brother never said anything more urgent to me than Get out of my room, I saw in his comments something akin to the hot and savory. For once Victor was right, but interesting didn’t begin to portray the man. One needed a more complex word, something involute. Labyrinthine. One needed a ball of string and a torch.