‘No, no, no. You’ve got an incredible memory. Graven in stone, isn’t it? You’re made of different stuff and it works differently. You utter stinking cheating bastard.’ He kicked him under the table. ‘Oh, Harry’s so stupid, Harry can’t learn Quechua, look at my fancy English.’ ‘Ow.’ ‘I’m going to read this essay to you,’ he said vengefully. ‘Tell me if it sounds clunky.’ ‘Oh, I don’t want to hear—’ ‘Part One,’ Harry said over him. ‘On the idiosyncratic features of the lesser Peruvian mouse.’
