”“And your numerate Vulcans stopped?”“Pretty much,” he said. Kosonen will speak to god. He was too intense, I thought. By then Del had a job teaching at the Minneapolis College of Art, and he’d even had a show in a white museum—not his current work, but the older abstractions.
His accent was Midwestern with a trace of East Coast refinement. Talking to the guy, I could see that he was full of shit. But that night I had a glass or two too many. ’“How can I describe him? He wasn’t shy like me, but he had a cutting wit that scared the other children; and he was far too bright to be popular.
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