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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–

Me:

“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.”