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Heathen: Star Wars isn’t even possible, the physics would be wrong, the mathematics that hundreds of brilliant men figured out–


“It’s ridiculous, the things you think of when you’re running out of hope. I kept worrying about the post that would be piling up at my digs in Fember Street. My landlady, Mrs. Russell, would have re-let my room by now. I’d be a missing person, a disgrace who’d run off with the history teacher! And there was a fifth forms homework that I hadn’t marked! I was never late for that, but now, it was all music I no longer had to face.”