“Yes.
And faith and hope, too. Nothing like lots of faith and hope to make
a story a timeless classic. Dollops of faith; countless extra
servings of hope.”
“Brother.
So, are you number smart or something?”
“Number
smart?
Actually, I hate the fucking things. But when I look at them, they
don’t make noises in my head the way words and letters do. It’s
kind of peaceful, actually. In math class I’d just stare at
equations and visit my happy place until the bell rang.”
“I
hated math.”
We
all nodded our heads, while Serge shook his in dismay.
People
has a very clear position about Math: they like it or hate it. It´s
also a very early decision in life, from childhood you have no doubt
about it. And it´s a fact without half-measures, very few people
say: I don´t mind about Maths, it is not my favourite subject but I
don´t hate it.
Something
similar happens with the father role in memories or autobiographies:
they are excellent persons, even genius, or the are evil people who
destroyed the author´s childhood. It´s vey infrecuent to find
something like ‘ mi father was a regular man’, or like the Manuel
Alcántarás verses:
“He
was good or bad, the same than anyone…”
I,
like Serge in the tex, also shook my head in dismay
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