I Concentrated Deeply on Two Things

For a whole year, I concentrated deeply on two things, fucking and World Enterprises.  It was neck and neck.

While  I have to admit that I, eh, it began to look like Kanouti was right because World Enterprise was evasive, and so did not reply to my insistent letters, and, calls.

And, suddenly, I, I got this letter, from Farnsworth.  I’d landed a job in the research department of the fuel division.  And, strangely, after that, I gradually began to lose my interest in eighteen-year-olds; I don’t know what happened to me.  I’m not sure.

But my mind had developed a libido of its own and I didn’t need the stimulation of legs, and so-forth.

The salary was terrific, too.  It was three times what I’d been getting.

The first thing I did was I ordered a French car.  This upset Kanouti more than anything else.

Last time I remembered feeling so exhilarated was ten years back when I’d, eh, been experimenting with heat photography, which because of nothing, of course, because academia got in the way, but this time I knew I was going to be given a proper chance.

And you know I knew that because I had faith in myself and what I didn’t know then was that someone else had faith in me as well.