Class
Victor raised his hand.
“Are there any subjects not permitted?” he asked. He always asked.
Krempe sighed hard and rolled his eyes. The other students were already standing, gathering their things and grumbling, but no one could leave the room until Krempe let them out.
Victor knew Krempe didn’t like last-minute questions and neither did anyone else.
But Victor had to know if his work was permissible: he couldn’t afford another dismissal.
“Certainly not, Victor. Besides the obvious, just make sure your argument is sound,” he said, striding toward the door.
“I know we’re not allowed to write about the Incomparable Arts, but for the purpose of ethics, would it not be a fine subject with which to base both a convincing argument and a contrary one?” Victor continued. “I can . . . provide a synopsis if necessary?”
The men that made up his class passed him by. Patrick Houser pushed on his head from behind and muttered an unconvincing apology. Victor pet his hair back down and ignored the flutter of laughter.
“Just do the work, Victor.” Krempe yanked open the door. “Don’t try anything special.”