"Your students await," said Orthon to his master outside the classroom.
    "Mindless whelps of the wealthy," Euclid muttered at the sound of their uproarious voices. "They've made my life miserable for the last time!"
    "What's that you're carrying, master?"
    "Just something I've been working on."
    "For the students, master?"
    "Not just for them, for all students, for all time! With these forty-eight propositions, geometry teachers will have a weapon not only to fight back, but to destroy their student's will to live!"
    "Very good, master." Orthon looked heavenward and thanked the gods for making him an illiterate slave.