Imperial

Faculty Lounge

49 faculty lounge There’s my friend Miles, reading the paper. Looking at him, you’d never guess he’s a world-class ichthyologist. And there’s Graciella, still attractive, letting herself go gray. I remember all the fuss her groundbreaking treatise on neutrinos created back in the early nineties. She’s reading a book entitled, simply, Neutrinos. And there, of course, is Marty. He’s always here, with his flip-flops and his laptop. His cappuccino and his shorts. He’s the number one guy, in this hemisphere, anyway, in antimatter. What Marty doesn’t know about antimatter isn’t worth knowing. He’s talking to Lewis, who is sweeping the floor. Lewis knows his back hurts when it’s going to storm. He knows we don’t have any pitching this year, and he’s right about that and Marty knows he’s right and there’s no point arguing about it. ...