367. 9 am. Geluck's office. We are having a meeting because as Geluck was leaving work last Friday, I told him that I had something to show but it could wait until Monday morning. What is it about, he wanted to know, and I responded that he would find out in just a little over two days' time.
"How are you this morning?" I ask, the usual small talk before going into equations and theorems.
"I've been thinking about it a lot," Geluck replies. "And I've concluded that you are a sadist."
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