
Two hours had passed in the telling of Professor Krauss’ story. It was now one o’clock in the afternoon and some of us were getting hungry. But none of us wanted to take a break. Every moment that the professor’s account became more interesting in its marathon plotline, we couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rising in our bloodstreams. We knew that somehow this was relevant to what Donald Rumsfeld had come to talk to us about, and we couldn’t wait for her to finish and let him talk. We hoped that now he would spill the beans on what had brought him here. That’s why we were disappointed to hear what he had to say next.
“Excellent story Professor,” the Secretary of Defense conversed rapidly. “But it was a little bit too-lengthy if I say so myself. Still, I appreciate the comprehensiveness of what you told us. Many of the insignificant details will become important later.”
“Now, on to the next order of business. There are five of you in this room-excluding me and Professor Barnes-and only two of you have participated yet. That means there are three left. I think it’s time to let one of the students talk.”
“Phillip Anderson!” he said nodding to me. “It’s your turn now!”
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