Professor EE 10

The tutor wandered in late, and looked distinctly like his lunch had been a little yeasty. "Good afternoon, class," he said, and let his gaze traverse the room until his bespectacled eyes fell upon me. He stared at me through wire-framed pince-nez. Waiting.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, good afternoon," I said.

"Hm. Looks like it's just you and me, then. Very well."

He reached behind the lectern and pulled out a large burlap sack, which he dropped with a muffled clatter on to the table. I looked at the