Wish I were a millionaire. I wouldn’t have had to study so much – my servants would have done the studying for me! Or may be if there were an injection I could spend my unimaginable wealth on…Stuff the Apple ILaps into the furnace, mix the ashes with a glass of Diet Coke, suck it into the injection and (Ouch!) ram the silly needle deep in your behind and wallah! – you’re an instant great-great-great-great-great-great grand son of Einstein!
But alas! Still stuck with the darn chapter XVII…
