What can YOU say in six sentences?
Orson rises from the black leather Eames chair in his office to refill his mug from the department’s communal Mr. Coffee and rubs his eyes.
He has been reading articles in physics journals that were written by the chairman of the tenure committee as a means of preparing himself for his interview, just one week away.
The man's work is clumsily written, the proofs are scattershot and the conclusions are just shy of spurious. But they are, nonetheless, the work of a man who holds Orson’s future in his hands, and, as a practical matter, Orson must plow on.
He has given a good deal of consideration to the committee members, and he worries most about one particular unreadable professor who keeps his head down during all discussions and never questions the candidates.
Could it be, Orson suddenly wonders, that he’s one of MY kind, that he’s another me?
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