"No Russian, Chinese, Portuguese?" He reminded me that as a practicing psychiatrist and neurosurgeon he had very little time for languages.
And the only ancient languages that he could read were Latin and Greek. Nothing of the ancient Oriental tongues.
I could see he wanted to end the discussion at that point, but somehow I couldn't let go. I had to find out just how much he knew.
I found out. Physics: nothing beyond the quantum theory of fields.
Geology: nothing about geomorphology or stratigraphy or even petrology. Nothing about the micro- or macro-economic theory.
Little in mathematics beyond the elementary level of calculus of variations, and nothing at all about Banach algebra or Riemannian manifolds.
It was the first inkling of the revelations that were in store for me this weekend. I couldn't stay at the party.
I slipped away to walk and think this out. Frauds—both of them. They had pretended to be geniuses.
But they were just ordinary men working blindly, pretending to be able to bring light into the darkness.
Why is it that everyone lies? No one I know is what he appears to be.
As I turned the corner I caught a glimpse of Burt coming after me. "What's the matter?" I said as he caught up to me.
"Are you following me?" He shrugged and laughed uncomfortably.
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