“It’s like an apple. You peel one layer back, and there’s another layer underneath it. The more layers you peel off, the more layers you uncover. There’s a never ending complexity to it which is quite beautiful.”
“By apple, don’t you mean onion?”
“No. When I say apple I mean apple.”
“But apples don’t have layers, at least not the way you’re talking about.”
Professor Monocle looked at me, I tired expression on his face.
“Must you question everything?” He asked
“I’m just trying to get the facts straight.” I replied.
“No.” He sighed. “I’m afraid you’re doing just the opposite.”
“How do you mean?”
“The facts are what I tell you they are. No more, no less. You can’t get at the facts by questioning me, only by believing me.”
I hung my head on shame, for I instantly knew that Professor Monocle was right.
After all, it was a fact.
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