Siobhan said that I should write something I would want to read myself. Mostly I read books about
science and maths. I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, “I am veined with
iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench
who do not depend on stimulus.” 1 What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor does
Siobhan or Mr. Jeavons. I have asked them.