The Man Without a Face Page #3

So, I'm not too good at spellings.

I see that, but if you're going to plagiarise, you might at least show the courtesy of...

- What are you talking about?

- Don't! Who wrote this? Who?

Bill Garfield.

Never heard of him.

He's at Colombia.

Oh, so you're a high-class cheat.

I'm not a cheat...

You are!

I hate writing. It sucks!

Adisca alt disceda.

It's a waste of time! It's like digging those shitty holes!

I'll write you a stinkin' essay!

"Why Spiderman sucks worse than the Silver Surfer!" Very good.

Are you happy now? Can I go?

You invited yourself.

Tonight, I want you to look up ten alternatives for the slang "to suck"

Sh*t!

And find me the Latin equivalent of your other favourite descriptive.

Mickey!

I gotta go.

# If you're born a woman

# You're born to be hurt

# You're born to be stepped on

# Lied to, cheated on and treated like dirt. #

I followed you this morning.

You tell, and you're dead.

I'm not gonna tell anybody.

I'm not gonna tell anybody IF...

What? If what?

You tell me all about him. What were you doing there?

You swear. Swear by Thor.

- I did what you said. I got a tutor.

- The Freak's a teacher? Come on!

- I think he is.

- What does he teach?

He makes me dig holes.

You liar! I'm gonna tell Mom, and she'll never let you near him again!

Keep your mouth shut!

OK! Get off, you maniac!

What's he like? Do you like him? Does he like you?

He hates everybody. I mean, look at him.

Sometimes I think I'm gonna be sick, just watching him.

Let me come with you. Please!

Come on, Chuck.

Lunatic!

Hello?

Mr McLeod?

Sir?

Hey, Pukehead! You home?!

Guess not.

Porno.

Take it easy. OK.

Lie down.

I'll be right back, fella. OK?

Hey, when did you get back?

I went for a walk when I finished my homework.

Jeez, what happened to him?

He encountered a porcupine.

Excrementum!

Stiltus puer.

What? What does that mean?

"The foolish boy"... digs a three-foot hole.

If we assume that he has dug his cube properly...

what will be the volume if he fills up half of it?

Now, stiltus puer wants to erect a pole at the centre of his circle.

But how does he find that centre?

Think, Norstadt, reason.

No? Write this down.

Draw a circle. A,B,C.

Draw within it any straight line, AB.

Bisect AB at D and draw a straight line, DC, at right angles to AB.

With me, Norstadt?

Yes, sir.

OK. Any other straight line - AC.

Bisect AC, and you get the centre of your circle.

Good.

Euclid's Proposition 47. This is the famous one.

In any right-angled triangle...

Have a good look. Get it over with. Then we'll continue. Enough?

Good.

In any right-angled triangle,

the square on the side subtending the right angle, is equal to... what?

Equal to the sum of the squares on each of the two sides, sir.

Thank you.

Take away the moustache, lighten the hair...

McLeod?

Shouldn't it mention that the man has no face?

You don't know what they keep back.

Give it a rest. Last week you thought it was Fidel Castro.

I said take away the beard.

How's that, Wayne?

Oh! Very nice, Gus.

All right, Wayne, but nobody lives like that unless they've got history.

Who's business is that?

This man has not bothered a soul since he's been here.

Any reason why you think he would?

Some other haircut.

"Strange fits of passion have I known

"and I will dare to tell but in the lover's ear alone"

"What once to me befell,

"when she I loved looked every day fresh as a rose in June..."

Don't bludgeon it completely.

I hate poetry!

It's all love this, love that.

It's boring, snoring, smothering.

You don't like poetry or you don't like the word "love"?

Not every poem's a love sonnet. There's the "Ode to my Goldfish".

"Oh, wet pet".

That's it?

That's it.

What kind of a plane did you say your father flew?

U2.

157. Take it home and read it.

Take it. It's all of 20 lines. I'm sure you can manage that.

Hey!

Oh, Chuck. You know my kid brother, don't you?

I guessed, yes.

Were you on "The Flintstones"?

What?

You know - Fred, Dino. You know - yabadabadoo?

That's funny. Good. Funny kid.

Let's eat.

You sit down. I'll find something.

What have we got here?

What have you got in your sandwich?

You wanna give him my sandwich?

Calm down.

What's this, poetry?

You stupid brat! You did that on purpose!

Take it easy!

Shut up, Douglas! Come down, Slime!

What are you hiding? Idiot Charles doesn't read poetry!

It's just a little spilled milk.

'Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

'And danced the skies on laughter's silvered wings.

'Sunward I've climbed, joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds

'And done a hundred things you have not dreamed of.

'Wheeled and soared and swung,

'and while with silent lifting mind I have trod

'the high, untrespassed sanctity of space,

'put out my hand, and touched the face of God.'

That's promptness.

I didn't need that back today.

No, it was good. I just thought I should return it.

Why?

Remember I told you about Gloria?

- Your sister?

- My half-sister.

What's evil half-sister done now?

Speak up. I've got an egg boiling.

She saw the book. She'll snoop around till she finds out what I'm doing.

I don't follow.

You haven't told your mother that you're coming here, have you?

That's it, isn't it?

Why the blazes not?

If I did, she wouldn't let me come.

Then you can't come.

No! I've got to, just for a little longer!

If she's letting you take the exam,

she's not totally opposed to the idea of a boarding school, is she?

She won't let me come because it's you.

That's why. They don't know you. People are afraid of what they don't know.

Thank you, Herr Doctor, I must be sure to write that down.

I just meant...

What are you playing at?

Nothing. Nobody has to know!

Do you want this exam?

Good.

Then take some responsibility for what you want.

Talk to her, Norstadt, convince her.

Convince me.

'Mother, I could not believe it.'

Attacked in my own home.

Oh, Gloria.

I'm not exaggerating.

Why do you baby him? That's what the psychiatrist said.

You know what his father...

Mother, I was there.

Then you should be more patient.

He's not the only one with bad dreams.

It's not the same.

Charles, what are you doing?

I've just got home.

Is there something you wanted?

No.

Did he hear us?

I dunno.

Hey, Mickey. Good morning.

What's all this?

My mother said I had to pay my way if I was going to keep coming here.

It's no trouble. I can do it every morning if you like.

Oh, erm...

What's this?

It's her phone number. She said to call if I was any trouble.

I don't have a telephone.

I'm no trouble. You could write her.

Scratch my back, I'll scratch the horse's.

Here, you're going the wrong way.

Go downward, long strokes.

Like this?

"Believe me, you are marvellously changed."

"I hold the world but as the world, Grat...iano, a stage."

It's not a cereal box you're reading

Why can't I read it silently?

Because it's a play, Norstadt.

You perform it. "I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano.

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