"What a mess, what complication!"
quoth he.
The sense of immediacy was lost. He just
wanted a comfortable chair, a pad of paper, stick of charcoal and a glass of Chianti.
Folks called him a genius, others quaint. Mr. G. was a hit on the college lecture circuit.
Then he met Stephen. As in Hawking. They
talked. They argued. They did not agree. However, they did decide to respect one
another’s ways, and together ventured to have an observatory built which would allow
each to further their explorations...
