The term has officially ended, and I am now enjoying my solitude life drinking abstruse amounts of coffee and leisure reading books from the psychology section.
Ps. The man who mistook his wife for a hat is doubleplusgood!
“What is this?” I asked, holding up a glove.
“May I examine it?” he asked, and taking it from me, he proceeded to examine it as he had examined the geometrical shapes.
“A continuous surface” he announced at last, “infolded on itself. It appears to have” – he hesitated – “five outpouchings, if this is the word.”
“Yes”, I said cautiously. “You have given me a description. Now tell me what it is.”
“A container of some sort?”
“Yes”, I said, “and what would it contain?”
“It would contain its contents!” said Dr. P., with a laugh. “There are many possibilities. It could be a change-purse, for example, for coins of five sizes. It could…”
I interrupted the barmy flow. “Does it not look familiar? Do you think it might contain, might fit, a part of your body?”
No light of recognition dawned on his face.